Greta was caught off guard and realized something. "Nathalie, you took Mom away just to make me look bad, didn''t you?" Her frustration with Nathalie grew even deeper.


    On the other side of town, Miranda went home with Nathalie, expecting to find her living in a run-down ce. But as soon as they stepped inside, Miranda was floored by the spacious living room, the luxurious decor, and all the pricey ornaments. This massive apartment on the city''s south side was worth at least six figures. At nearly 4,000 square feet, it was like a rare gem, with a price tag pushing into the millions. It was the kind of ce Miranda could only dream of living in. She was so excited her voice shook. "Nathalie, when did you get such an amazing ce? How did you be so wealthy and not tell us? You have to take care of us now. We''ve had a rough life, and it''s finally time for somefort." With a cool edge, Nathalie replied, "Don''t get the wrong idea. I didn''t bring you here for a joyride."


    Miranda was taken aback. "Then why am I here?"


    Nathalie casually poured herself a ss of juice, sipping it elegantly without offering any to Miranda. After finishing, she looked at her coldly and said, "You remember how you treated me back then, right?"


    Miranda''s eyes flickered with guilt as she fumbled for words. "I''m getting old, so I''m a bit forgetful. I can''t remember things from so long ago."


    Nathalie leaned in, not letting her off the hook. "Real Alzheimer''s doesn''t work like that. People might forget recent stuff but remember the distant past vividly."


    Standing tall again, Nathalie continued, "It''s okay if you can''t recall; I''ll help remind you. The way you treated me is how I''ll treat you."


    Miranda felt cornered and apologized, "Nathalie, I know I messed up before. I''m sorry..."Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    Nathalie frowned, feeling her anger rise. Why should someone who caused so much hurt get away with just a sorry?


    She wanted revenge, but she took in Miranda''s frail, timid figure, and her resolve wavered. What was the point of punishing Miranda? She was just an old woman, nearly at life''s end. Fighting with her seemed pointless.


    "Just remember how you were with me. Don''t expect love or respect. But as long as you don''t stir up trouble, I''ll take care of you."


    Miranda had hoped for a prosperous daughter to elevate her. Nathalie''s words brought her back to reality, leaving her disappointed.


    Nathalie added, "You should be grateful. I didn''t leave you with Greta to serve her and deal with that bedridden ex of yours. That''s your silver lining."


    Miranda stayed silent. She didn''t


    want to care for her ex-husband, but


    she loved her daughter Greta too


    much to see her in that role as Patrick''s caregiver.


    "I''d rather go back," Miranda finally said after a pause.


    Nathalie gave her a hard look. "If you''re so keen on going back, I''ll send you back. But not yet. I want you to see how your darling daughter handles that old fool."