Greta leafed through Miranda''s medical report, her face turning pale as she saw the daunting list of illnesses. Among the serious ones were progressive muscr dystrophy, and then there were moremon ones like high blood pressure and diabetes. It was obvious that Miranda would need someone to look after her soon enough.


    Greta had only reached out to Miranda, hoping she could use her as free help to care for Patrick. But now, realizing that Miranda wouldn''t be much help and could even be a burden, Greta felt like backing off.


    Just then, Lizzy wheeled Miranda into the room. The moment Miranda saw Greta, tears sprang to her eyes. "Greta," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Greta found herself instinctively stepping back as she looked at her.


    Miranda clutched Greta''s hand and pleaded. "Greta, I''ve been waiting for you. You have no idea how tough thesest few days have been. It''s like living in hell." Greta shot a harsh look at Nathalie and used her, "Nathalie, have you been mistreating my mom?"


    Nathalie replied with a shrug. "Oh, Lizzy isn''t exactly a pro at taking care of the sick. There might have been some slip-ups."


    Miranda, tears streaming down her face, protested, "Slip-ups? She purposely abused me. She even made me beg at Rainbow Bridge. I was humiliated beyond words..." Greta erupted in anger. "Nathalie, how could you do this? Mom is this ill, and you still expect her to beg for you?"


    Nathalieughed. "Yep, I had her beg. Guess that makes me heartless."


    She mmed her ss on the table with a loud thud, echoing her seething rage. "When she had me begging all those years ago, was that the most humane thing to do?" Miranda was left speechless. Greta, unable to find the words to defend herself, stayed silent.


    Nathalie waved them off. "Enough. I don''t want you here. Just get out, all of you."


    Greta was flustered and wasn''t truly nning to take Miranda with her. "Mom, you know Dad needs someone to look after him, and I''m already struggling with that. If youe with me, I might end up neglecting you. It''s better for you to stay here with Nathalie... She has better facilities, so you can be morefortable."


    Miranda was taken aback.


    Nathalie couldn''t help but chuckle. "Mom, do you see this? This is the daughter you''ve been longing to see. Do you get the performance she''s putting on today?" Miranda''s eyes were etched with disappointment, but she still stood up for Greta. "Greta''s not in the best health herself; she didn''t have a choice. Don''t mock her."


    Nathalie got up, walked over to Greta, and took the medical report from her hands, tossing it to Miranda.


    "She came to take you home, hoping you''d help her take care of Dad for free. Why did she change her mind? Because showed her your medical report. Once she saw your serious condition, she didn''t want you anymore."


    Miranda stared at Greta, shaking her head in disbelief. "Greta, you wouldn''t do this to me, right? Even if I''m sick, you wouldn''t abandon me. Right, Greta?" Greta was consumed with shame.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    Nathalie turned up the pressure.


    "Greta, this medical report is fake. The doctor said that with proper care, Mom''s legs might get better maybe even good enough for her to stand again. Then, she could even help you with our useless dad. So, do you still want her?"