Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 559

When Nellie was old enough, she had no choice but to start working to earn money, while all her hard- earned savings were taken from her. Back then, she never imagined she'd find herself in the same boat one day.

Now, just to survive, she was forced to swallow her pride and beg from anyone who might spare a glance. Most folks, though, turned a cold shoulder, finding her unkempt and keeping their distance offering a warm meal was the last thing on their minds. More often than not, she had to rummage through trash bins for scraps to fill her belly.

It was then that Miranda finally realized just how tough Nellie's childhood had been. She had been so hard on her. Maybe it was empathy kicking in, but Miranda started to see Nellie in a new light,

complaining less and less. She began to appreciate Nellie's admirable qualities: her resilience and her deep sense of family duty.

Without her resilience, how could she have made it through those humiliating times and still grown up healthy? And if it weren't for her sense of duty, why would she hand over all the money she painstakingly begged for?

As winter settled in, the first snowflakes danced down from the sky. This winter felt colder than any before it. When Nathalie woke up to the sight of that first snow, her recent blues melted away. She flung her arms around Nathan's neck, bubbling with excitement, "Nathan, let's go see the snow!"

indulging her

scarf, gloves, and a

feathers, blanketing the world in white. Nathalie tilted her head back, snowflakes gently gathering in her hair until it

She looked up at Nathan with a proud grin, "Nathan,

"As we stand

like he yearned for nothing more than a shared future. Nathalie clasped

face lit

broke the moment, like it had

carving through the snow, leading to Miranda in her wheelchair. She wore thin clothes against the biting cold, her cheeks and nose

just a few days, Miranda seemed like a shadow of her former self. Even at her lowest, she'd always held onto a shred of pride when facing Nathalie. But now, she seemed a mere shell, looking up at Nathalie with eyes full of humility

vulnerability, Nathalie was at a loss. After all, Miranda's past betrayal had left a scar that