Reborn From Oblivion

Greta shot Miranda a knowing glance, and Miranda jumped into action, wheeling herself over with urgency. "Nathalie, mom just got carried away the other day. Please, try to understand. She's heartbroken after losing her husband. Cut her some slack, will you?" She reached for Nathalie's hand, all fake warmth and forced smiles. "Since you're here, why don't you pay your respects to your dad?"

The crowd around them buzzed with whispers, "That's the Brown family's daughter. How can she say she doesn't have a father?" "Turning her back on her parents-doesn't she fear karma?"

Nathalie felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment from the crowd's judgment.

Nathan's gaze pierced through the onlookers, "Is your family's wealth so vast that you can afford to just stand around gossiping?" "What do you mean?" someone asked, genuinely puzzled.

A bystander chimed in, "That's the CEO who took over the Dawson and Rowland businesses in just three months."

The crowd's bravado vanished in an instant, Nathan's reputation making them uneasy.

Nathalie faced Miranda, her usual calm demeanor refusing to be swayed. She replied steadily, "And who is he to me? My father?"

Miranda's eyes widened in disbelief, "I'm your mother, and he's my husband. How is he not your father?"

Nathalie responded coolly, "A man with no blood ties to me, who never took care of me how does that make him my father?"

Miranda grew flustered, "But he left you everything. Didn't he do his duty as a father?"

Nathalie let out a dry laugh, "That house? It was just to cover his healthcare and retirement."

Miranda's eyes nearly popped out of her head, "You're lying right to our faces. How could he afford that? You've clearly pocketed the property."noveldrama

Nathan cut in his voice sharp,

"Seems like you're the one ignoring the truth. That rundown villa your old man left, barely worth anything, doesn't even compare to a hair tie of

Nathalie's. Do you really thing d

want that dump?"

"And who was there for you and your husband when you were sick? Who, despite everything, covered your massive medical bills? You take my Nathalie for granted, using her when convenient and then tossing her aside." Nathan's voice rose, You've picked the wrong person to mess with. How dare you treat my wife, Nathalie, like this?"

Miranda shivered, her eyes darting nervously to Greta.

Greta was likely the only thing holding her back; otherwise, she'd probably go all out against Nathalie.

"Mr. Nathan, you don't know the whole story. Your wife isn't as innocent as she looks. Our old man's downfall, it was all her doing..."

Before she could finish, Nathan

interrupted her with authority,

"You're wrong. Your old man wasn't as saintly as he seemed. He tricked Nathalie when she was young, pretending to be her father, forging her to donate a kidney to save your daughter. He was in the wrong from the start, and Nathalie's actions are justified. And accusing her of harm-do you have any proof?" His eyes flashed dangerously.

Miranda crumbled at his words.

"If there's no evidence, then you're coming with me to the police. I'm suing for defamation." Nathan's protective nature was clear to everyone. No one dared to whisper about Nathalie anymore. Finally, Nathalie was able to peacefully pay her respects to Patrick.