Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 552

"Who's he?" Nathalie blurted out.

Miranda's worn and thin face twisted into a smug grin. "If you want to know, then give him a proper send- off." She gave Patrick's coffin a pat.

Nathalie glanced at the small, plain wooden coffin, a testament to how tight money must have been for Greta.

With a bitter laugh, Nathalie said, "She's your real daughter. You loved and sheltered her all your lives, no matter how ungrateful or cold she was. You never could bring yourselves to blame her, even on your deathbeds. And me? I begged for you, cared for you in your old age, yet I never earned a drop of your kindness. I don't get it. Is blood really that crucial?"

Nathalie's raw accusation seemed to stir a flicker of conscience in Miranda. At last, she opened up, saying, "The bond of blood is unbreakable, stronger than any other relationship. You'll get it one day." Miranda's talk of family ties left Nathalie with a faint glimmer of hope.

She'd lived through two lifetimes, never knowing true love in either. So lonely, so isolated. Deep down, she longed for that noble, selfless love.

"Alright. I'll lay her to rest." Determined to find her biological father, Nathalie put aside her resentment toward Patrick.

She shot a silent glance at Miranda, then turned and walked away.

At the parking lot, Nathan stood by a white luxury car, his black suit a striking contrast, dark as ink against the snowy white-a perfect harmony.

unfazed by the wait. He was always the picture of calm and kindness with her.

his lean frame, though

slowly, surprise flashing in

to bury him," Nathalie

he chose to back her without question. "Alright. I'll stay

want to know why I'm staying?" Nathalie

tell me if

held his gaze with

husband and

secrets between us."

nodded with a calm façade.

Fa feather. There

heavy sadness weighed

him, she'll tell me who my real father

"You still want

from them. But Nathan, my mom said he doesn't even know I exist. I want to