Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 342

Nathalie was quick on her feet, and it didn't take long for her to sort out Patrick's discharge papers. Before they knew it, the medical staff were in the room, ready to detach all the equipment hooked up to Patrick. Miranda tried to intervene, tears streaming down her face, "He's in so much pain. How's he supposed to manage without the pain medication infusion pump?"

The staff had heard bits and pieces of their family's chaotic history. They couldn't help but voice their frustration, "You're sick and in the hospital, yet you don't expect your own daughter to take care of you. Instead, you burden your adopted daughter with this duty. You never even raised her! Isn't it a bit heartless to guilt-trip her like this?"

Patrick felt the weight of shame crash down on him. Miranda silently wept.

Without the pain medication infusion pump, Patrick's discomfort soon escalated. His soft groans turned into piercing cries. "Ah, the pain! It's unbearable! Doctor, I'm not leaving. Put the pain meds back on, please."

Nathalie stood at the doorway, arms crossed, watching Patrick with a frosty gaze.

Desperate, Miranda turned to Nathalie. "Please, Nathalie, let bygones be bygones. You gotta help him."

"Help him? Haven't I done enough?" Nathalie shot back. "I've already given up a kidney for his daughter. What more do you want? For me to lose money, too?"

any more money. I'll figure something out. Just make sure he

at Miranda's legs. "He's living comfortably with you still around. But have you thought

you. You're my daughter. I raised you, so it's your duty to take care of me," Miranda insisted,

"How can you say that with a straight

Miranda fell silent.

shattered her illusion. "I won't be around in the

expression faltered. "What do you

moving abroad soon, and I probably won't be back,"

eyes. "Are

"Go ahead and sue me. I'll

turned pale. "Nathalie, you've

less of a pushover, haven't I?" Nathalie replied, reading Miranda's unspoken admission. Nathalie had no patience for further argument and told Patrick, "You're all set to leave. Get up,

struggled to sit up. He turned to Miranda. "Honey,