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.

Nathalie spoke

snapped, "We're in the middle

bystanders,"

toward Miranda, introducing her,

expression softened, and he began talking to

puzzling. Despite lengthy treatment, there's been no improvement in the patient's

is why we've resorted to

is the condition getting worse during treatment?" Miranda

doctor explained

pinpointed the cause of the

thought aloud,

is crucial for recovery. As a family member, you might have some insight into what

mother's love, Miranda shared

a clear state of mind, mentioned having some dirt on a bigshot. She believed that as long as she held onto it, she

face went pale

before, it was obvious that the