Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 644

Nathalie's heartache had morphed into a storm of rage, and poor Greta was

caught in its path. Greta's face quickly puffed up, almost grotesquely, and with the scalding water that had been thrown on her, blisters started to form. Nathalie's furious slaps burst those blisters, leaving Greta's face a bloody, swollen mess. It was a sight too harsh for anyone to bear.

Miranda shrieked in horror, “Nathalie, enough! You can't keep doing this!"

"Nathalie, please stop!" Miranda's heart was torn between her two daughters. Greta, though, was her darling, the one she had nurtured with the most care. Nathalie, on the other hand, was used to taking the fall when things went south.

Watching Nathalie's fury unleashed on Greta, Miranda's inner balance tipped heavily in Greta's favor. She lashed out at Nathalie with words sharper than knives. "Nathalie, cut out this madness. If you need to direct your anger somewhere, aim it at Nathan. He's the real reason you're spiraling. He played the part of a successful man, making you fall head over heels. He spun you a fairy tale, and now that it's all unraveled, you're heartbroken and taking it out on the wrong person."

"He's nothing but a piece of trash. If you're mad, take it out on him! No amount of hitting or cursing will affect him, but Greta—she feels everything."

A piece of trash?

words hitting her hard. She shot Miranda an

her voice even louder, "I said, Nathan is

slapped Miranda hard, leaving her stunned and speechless. "You dare

with anger. "You enjoy his generosity, yet you're here badmouthing him. Who are you

shook with rage. "You're the only one who sees him as something special. To the rest of us, he's

sprawling to the ground, the

het

crouched down in front of her. “Look at yourself. What have you become? You're like a stray dog, leeching off me and then biting

"Don't you feel like you're living like a

burned with

Lizzy tripped her, sending her crashing to the ground. Lizzy then sat heavily on Greta's back, pinning her down. Greta lay there, face pressed against