Reborn From Oblivion

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?

Nathalie froze, those venomous words hitting her hard. She shot Miranda an icy glare. "What did you just say?"

Miranda, thinking she'd finally gotten through to Nathalie, felt encouraged and raised her voice even louder, "I said, Nathan is just a nobody, not worth your—"

Nathalie slapped Miranda hard, leaving her stunned and speechless. "You dare hit me?"

Nathalie's eyes were bloodshot with anger. "You enjoy his generosity, yet you're here badmouthing him. Who are you to even say his name?"

Miranda shook with rage. "You're the only one who sees him as something special. To the rest of us, he's nothing. It's pathetic that you've fallen for someone who's not even a real man!"

Nathalie punched Miranda square in the mouth, sending her sprawling to the ground, the wheelchair pinning her as she writhed.

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Nathalie 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 the hand that feeds you..."

She tapped Miranda's cheek. "Don't you feel like you're living like a dog?"

Miranda's face burned with shame.

Greta tried to rush over to stop Nathalie, but 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 the floor, utterly humiliated.

Nathalie eyed the mother and daughter pair and sneered, "If you're so keen on playing the victim, then I'll make sure you get your wish."

She turned to Lizzy and ordered, "Lock them in the basement and feed Greta only high-protein foods. The more protein, the better."

Greta, with her kidney condition, couldn't handle a high-protein diet. Seeing the deadly intent in Nathalie's eyes, fear finally set in.

"Nathalie, you can't do this to me."

"This is illegal!"noveldrama

"Illegal?" Nathalie laughed, "Everyone knows you two can't manage on your own and have nowhere else to go. People say that without me, one of you would be dead and the other a lunatic."