Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 174

With her eyes red and glistening with tears, she asked, "Can you be straight with me about something? Are you... really my real mother?" Miranda was stunned momentarily, and then a wave of deep disappointment washed over her. "How could you even question if I'm your mom?" Nathalie's tears streamed down her face. "If you're my mom, why do you treat me so heartlessly?"

"Heartlessly?" Miranda shot back, anger flaring in her voice. "I've sacrificed so much to raise you. What more do you want?"

"Do you know what people say about me? They claim I was born in a beggar's den, a little beggar myself. But are you a beggar?"

Miranda's eyes filled with guilt as she faced Nathalie's accusations. "I was trapped back then, with no way out."

Nathalie wiped her tears, suddenly finding it pointless to argue with someone like this. "If I had the choice, I'd rather be born to a cat or a dog than be your child." Those words hit Miranda hard, and she lost her cool, screaming, "You think I don't regret it? If I could choose, who'd want to have an ungrateful child like you?"

Nathalie replied, "Since we can't stand each other, let's just pretend you never had me as your daughter. Let me go!"

Miranda sneered, "Now that you've made something of yourself, it's payback time, and you want to cut me off. In your dreams."

Nathalie stared at her greedy face, her heart heavy with sadness. "From the moment you locked me up, our mother-daughter bond broke completely."

A flicker of panic crossed Miranda's eyes, but the Rowland family had her too brainwashed. "Don't hate me. Once Cameron regains control of the Rowland family's power, we'll let you go. In the meantime, just take care of me." Nathalie wasn't in a rush, settling calmly on the sofa beside her. "Let's just wait and see who comes out on top in the end."

Miranda said, "You're hoping someone will come to rescue you, aren't you? Give it up. Besides us, your family, who else cares about your fate?"

Nathalie ignored her, closing her eyes to rest.

The next day dawned bright and sunny.

Nathan picked up some breakfast supplies early and rang the doorbell to Nathalie's place.

Lizzy, still a bit groggy, answered the door. "Mr. Nathan, she isn't home."

Nathan's handsome face tightened with concern. "Where could she have gone so late at night?"

Lizzy explained, "Last night, she got

a

osm the Brown family

a was really sick, so saying t

Miranda

over."

Nathan's expression turned dark. "Her damn savior complex."

went

Lizzy hesitated before sharing more, "For some reason, after she went there, we couldn't reach her on her phone." Hearing this, Nathan stormed off, a scowl on his face.

In no time, Nathan arrived at the Brown family's estate. He kicked the door open with a loud crash, sending

Patrick and the others out in

shock.

"Nathan?" Patrick asked, bewildered. "What are you doing here?"

Nathan's voice was icy. "Where's Nathalie?"

Greta stumbled over her words. "My mom suddenly got really sick, and

my

takster rushed home overnight to

care of her."

"Bring her out."

Patrick protested, "Nathan, isn't this a bit much?"

Greta chimed in, "Nathan, our family matters aren't really any of your business, are they?"