Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 834

When the real estate agent showed up with potential buyers, Greta had already stripped the house of anything valuable, trying to squeeze out its last ounce of worth. Greta and Miranda were still living there, clinging to what remained.

Greta turned beet red with anger the moment she spotted Nathalie and Dominick.

"Nathalie, I could sell this house to anyone, but I won't sell it to you," she snapped.

Nathalie looked at her with a mix of pity and indifference. "Do you even have the authority to make that call?"

Greta shook her head, smoothing her hair with an air of grace and elegance. "Greta, you've never really known your place, have you?"

Greta shot back defiantly, "My place? I am Mrs. Dawson. Of course, I have the right to decide who buys this house!"

your mind? If I remember correctly, this house is part of the Dawson family estate-Cameron's property from before you were married. What gives you

a cruel woman. Karma will catch up

Your looks have faded, and you've lost your leverage to win any man's favor. How long do you think Cameron's money will last you? In a few years, you'll be lying alone in a rented room, bloated and despairing. Your body will rot and stink, and who knows which

with fear, clung tightly

at her. Doesn't she seem like a vengeful spirit come back

guilty towards Nathalie but too ashamed to ask for anything from

face for Greta. She lowered her once proud head and pleaded, "Nathalie, please,

"And why didn't she show Nathan

Miranda went silent.

months, she had aged beyond her years. Her hair had turned completely white, and her hands shook like leaves in the

looking after a gravely ill Greta, never finding

but there nonetheless. After all, this was the woman she had called mother