Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314 

Chapter 314 

Fortunately, the mansion’s front door had been left unlocked. Nathalie stood at the threshold, dragging her oversized suitcase. 

As lightning lit up the sky, Nathalie’s silhouette appeared ghostly, startling Miranda, who had just gotten up for a late–night bathroom trip, into a terrified scream. 

“Ah!” 

“It’s just me,” Nathalie said calmly. 

Miranda’s scream was cut short. Nathalie flipped on the wall light, revealing Miranda’s shocked expression. “What are you doing here? Miranda stammered. 

“I’m here to settle a score,” Nathalie replied. 

Miranda’s face went pale. She wheeled herself after Nathalie. “I heard Nathan got seriously hurt trying to save you. Mason must be livid 

d probably kicked you out. So now you’re back here trying to stay with us?” 

“But Nathalie, you know you’re not really a Brown. This isn’t your home. You shouldn’t be here. So, could you please leave?” 

Nathalie ignored Miranda and continued up the spiral staircase, suitcase in tow. 

Unable to follow her up the stairs, Miranda had to use the elevator to reach the second floor. 

When Nathalie stepped off the staircase, Miranda was waiting. “Why won’t you answer me?” she pressed. 

Nathalie walked straight to the room she used to stay in. She opened her suitcase and slowly hung her clothes in the wardrobe. 

Only then did she lazily reply, “True, I’m not a Brown. But are you brave enough to announce that to the world?” 

Miranda was taken aback. Her mind struggled to comprehend Nathalie’s implication. 

Nathalie continued, “You wouldn’t dare admit I’m not a Brown because it would reveal how you tricked a minor into donating a kidney Miranda’s face turned ghostly white, her lips trembling, unable to utter a word. 

“Since you’ve enjoyed the perks of me being a Brown, I should get the same treatment, don’t you think?” Nathalie added with a smirk. 

here.” Miranda dryly responded, “If you don’t cause any trouble, there’s room for you 

Nathalie flashed her a mischievous smile. “Off you go. I need my beauty sleep.” 

Miranda left, flustered. 

Once the door clicked shut, Nathalie slid to the floor, overwhelmed by the memories this place held. 

Patrick had lured her in with fake kindness, making her starved for love and fall for his false fatherly affection. In the end, she had willingly agreed to donate a kidney to Greta. This room was the hell where her trust had been shattered. 

Nathalie was back for one reason: to dismantle the very thing that once broke her. 

Miranda returned to the master bedroom, where bedridden Patrick sensed something wrong. “Is our daughter home?” he asked, hope shining in his eyes. 

Miranda looked at him and nodded. “Yes, our daughter is back.” But it wasn’t the daughter he was hoping for. 

Worried about Patrick’s reaction, Miranda kept the truth from him. Patrick drifted into a peaceful sleep, holding onto this illusion. 

In the early hours, a nervous Miranda finally called Greta for help. 

“What is it?” Greta’s voice was laced with impatience. 

Miranda hesitated, her eyes showing a hint of disappointment. However, her love for Greta, spoiled by years of indulgence, made her to please Greta timidly. “She’s back.” 

“Who?” 

“Nathalie.”