Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 581 Nathan relented once more, saying, "Alright, have it your way." Nathalie obediently followed Nathan, leaving Miranda sitting in her wheelchair, staring blankly into space. Was Nathalie going to help her or not?

The next morning, as soon as Miranda was up, the nanny informed her, "Madam wants you to accompany her to the psychiatric hospital today." Miranda was thrilled. She rarely took the time to dress up, but today she did, even asking the kitchen to whip up some pastries. She wanted to make a good impression on her daughter, Greta, and treat her to something special. This was a testament to the extraordinary nature of a mother's love.

When Nathalie saw Miranda, her eyes landed on the gift box, and she couldn't help but smirk. "You really do have a soft spot for Greta, don't you?"

Miranda felt a bit awkward and said, "Nathalie, you're not wanting for anything, so I didn't prepare anything for you."

Nathalie replied, "I sure was when I was a kid. Never saw you going out of your way for me then." Miranda wished the ground would swallow her up. Finally, she shoved the gift into the nanny's hands, grumbling, "Fine, fine, it's just some leftover pastries. No need to be so stingy. I'll do without them, okay?" The nanny muttered, "It's not the pastries that Madam cares about. It's your clear favoritism towards Greta.

Miranda sighed, "I'm just a poor soul at everyone's mercy. Say what you will."

She had the air of someone who couldn't care less. The nanny was at her wit's end, "You..."

her off, "Don't waste your breath. She's

anger. The driver pulled up, and Nathalie got into the car without a backward glance. The nanny, still peeved, didn't offer to help

face turned

into the car. She looked pleadingly at Nathalie, who,

but to swallow her pride

"Aren't you just a guest living off others? Since you're not the estate's mistress, I see no reason to help

Miranda felt the sting of her

ene

"Open the wheelchair ramp." A ramp unfolded by the car door, clearly signaling that since Miranda saw herself as merely a guest, the

older and frail, it took several attempts before she finally made it, sweating

ink