Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 314

Fortunately, the mansion's front door had been left unlocked. Nathalie stood at the threshold, dragging her oversized suitcase.

As lightning lit up the sky, Nathalie's silhouette appeared ghostly, startling Miranda, who had just gotten up for a late-night bathroom trip, into a terrified scream. "Ah!"

"It's just me," Nathalie said calmly.

Miranda's scream was cut short. Nathalie flipped on the wall light, revealing Miranda's shocked expression. "What are you doing here?" Miranda stammered.

"I'm here to settle a score," Nathalie replied.

Miranda's face went pale. She wheeled herself after Nathalie. "I heard Nathan got seriously hurt trying to save you. Mason must be livid and probably kicked you out. So now you're back here trying to stay with us?" "But Nathalie, you know you're not really a Brown. This isn't your home. You shouldn't be here. So, could you please leave?"

Nathalie ignored Miranda and continued up the spiral staircase, suitcase in tow.

Unable to follow her up the stairs, Miranda had to use the elevator to reach the second floor.

stepped off the staircase, Miranda was waiting. "Why won't

used to stay in. She opened her suitcase and slowly hung her clothes in the wardrobe. Only then did she lazily reply, "True, I'm not a Brown. But are you brave

aback. Her mind

tricked a minor into donating a kidney." Miranda's face turned ghostly white, her lips trembling, unable to utter

Brown, I should get the same treatment, don't you think?" Nathalie added with a smirk. Miranda dryly responded, "If you don't cause any trouble, there's room

smile. "Off you go. I need my beauty

Miranda left, flustered.

shut, Nathalie slid to the floor, overwhelmed by the

fake kindness, making her starved for love and fall for his false fatherly affection Un the end, she had willingly agreed to donate a kidney to Greta. This room was the bell where her trust had

dismantle the

returned to the master bedroom, where bedridden Patrick sensed something wrong. "Is our daughter home?" he asked,

our daughter is back." But it

him. Patrick drifted into a peaceful sleep, holding

hours, a nervous Miranda finally called Greta for

is it?" Greta's voice