Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 483

Greta was fuming: "They're mistreating you, and you haven't called the police?"

Miranda looked down, tears slipping down her cheeks. "They said the ones who get treated well are those who slip the caregivers extra tips. For folks like us, with no relatives visiting or giving extra, this is the kind of treatment we get." Greta's anger simmered: "What are you saying? Are you blaming me for not visiting enough? For not slipping them extra cash to take better care of you?"

She thought of Cameron's recent troubles and felt a rush of frustration: "Don't take things for granted. Do you even know how much I pay every month to keep you in this place?"

Miranda mumbled, still looking down: "Aren't you Mrs. Dawson now? Surely, this isn't a big deal for you?"

Greta shouted, "The Dawson family is nearly broke. Cameron's not keen on spending money on you anymore."

Miranda trembled, looking utterly abandoned. "Didn't Cameron always love you? Isn't he worried about making you mad by treating us like this?"

was back then. Things aren't good between us anymore. It might not be long before I'm out of

his shaky hand, voice raspy:

shock: "Dad, do you even

Nellie, and now it's coming back to us." His hand dropped as he ran out

parents, feeling a profound sense of loneliness and alienation from her family. "Dad, I'm sorry, but we can't afford this nursing home anymore. We

closed his eyes, despair etched

spoke gently: "Greta, my time's running out. Look after your mother. Don't add more burdens to your conscience." Greta's

Once Greta completed the

of

oxygen therapy, blood sugar checks, or respiratory

breath, Miranda couldn't hold back her tears. "Greta, your dad can't survive without

to say. If we stay, who's footing the