Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Nathalie's bottled-up anger exploded like a firecracker. "And why don't you mention how he swindled me out of my kidney under the guise of fatherly love?" she shouted, her voice dripping with fury. Miranda was left speechless.

Nathalie, ignited by Miranda's actions, was a blazing inferno. "What gives you the right to judge me? You had a little kid rummaging through trash to support you, tarnishing the name of motherhood. Now that you've turned down my help, that's just fine by me. From now on, live your life with your crazy daughter. Whether you make it or not, live or die, don't bother telling me." With that, Nathalie walked away, leaving without a hint of nostalgia.

Oh, and before she left, she swung by the retirement home to cancel the five-year pension plan she'd set up for Miranda.

With Nathalie out of the picture, Miranda and Greta were like deer caught in headlights, clueless about handling Patrick's funeral.

Miranda, confined to her wheelchair, was helpless.

Greta, broke as a joke, was overwhelmed by the costs of cremation, body transport, buying a burial plot, and organizing the funeral.

The hospital kept sending bills one after another: "Who's paying?"

over at

everything over to Nathalie. I didn't get a dime from

ages, while Miranda pleaded with Greta, "Greta, this was your dad. He's gone now, let

fuming, "I told you, I'm

taken aback by Greta's

to calm things down, gently saying, "Greta's been going through a tough time lately, don't push her

as

you're Greta's husband. He was your father-in-law. It's only

thinking it

nature, but he couldn't stand Miranda's mistreatment of her daughter, elus, he felt guilty about Nathalie

son-in-law isn't required to support his in-laws, and the same goes for a daughter-in-law with her in-laws." Miranda's lips

turned ghostly white, her