Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 582 The maid chimed in, "Exactly. My lady's got the master wrapped around her finger, never having to worry about a thing. Who needs your kind of love that's just pie in the sky? Your kind of love doesn't hold any weight."

Miranda was left speechless.

At the Mental Health Hospital, as soon as the car pulled up, Nathalie was quick to hop out.

But Miranda grabbed her arm, pleading, "Nathalie, please don't leave me."

Nathalie couldn't fathom where Miranda got the nerve-always playing the helpless victim when she needed something, but turning cold and rude otherwise. With a sigh, Nathalie told the maid, "Lend her a hand," then ignored Miranda and walked away.

The maid, though clearly reluctant, agreed, "Alright."

She helped Miranda out of the car and trailed closely behind Nathalie.

They reached Greta's room, where the doctor was in the middle of administering electroconvulsive therapy. The harsh sight brought Miranda to tears, and she kept murmuring, "Greta, Greta. How can you go through this?"

Nathalie stood with her arms crossed, quietly watching Greta. Despite her waxy complexion and sickly appearance, Greta's eyes were sharp and full of life. The pain in them was heartbreaking.

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in the middle of treating a patient. Bystanders

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end, which is why

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doctor explained

haven't pinpointed the cause of the patient's

Miranda thought aloud, as

is crucial for recovery. As a family member, you might have some insight into what triggered your daughter's condition. We need your cooperation toget to the bottom

love, Miranda shared everything she

of mind, mentioned having some dirt on a bigshot. She believed that as long as she

face went

night before, it was obvious that the bigshot Greta referred to was