GoodNovelChapter 270
Greta was feeling really hurt and abruptly cut Nathalie off. "Nathalie, don't start with the fake sympathy. Mom
took care of Dad because she wanted to, not because she had to. She's not like you, who seems to have
forgotten where you cfrom and how to respect your
parents."
Nathalie shot Greta a mocking look. "Greta, you only say you take care of our parents with words, don't you?"
"All these years, they've given everything for you. Have you ever cooked them a meal? Sewn them a piece of
clothing? No, you haven't. So, your so-called care is just empty words."
Nathalie's pointed remarks left Greta flustered, and she mumbled weakly, "I'm not well. | don't have the strength
to help them, and they understand."
"Oh, you're not well? But that wasn't the case when you went to Milan for Fashion Week a few years back. You
made loads of outfits, then. How cyou didn't think to make something for our parents?"
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Greta's face turned a deep shade of red, her eyes darting nervously to Miranda.
Miranda's gaze toward Greta turned noticeably icy.
Nathalie continued to stir the pot. "Mom, look at your hands. You can't even hold a bedpan without shaking. You
should be living in comfort now. Remember when we lived together in that little place by Rainbow Bridge? You
were almost twenty years younger back then, and | was the one taking care of you."
Miranda bit her lip, looking down in shame.
Nathalie's words had struck a chord. Her two daughters were so different. Greta's talk was sweeter than her
deeds. Nathalie's actions spoke louder than her words.
With Nathalie, Miranda felt genuinely happy. With Greta, she felt worn out.
Seeing Miranda's expression, Nathalie knew she had made her point.
Greta couldn't hold back her anger. "Nathalie, why are you even here? You've changed your name, so you're not
part of the Brown family anymore. We don't want you here." Nathalie replied, "I cto get a strand of hair."
Miranda's bedpan suddenly dropped to the floor, spilling everywhere. Greta snapped, "Can't you hold it
properly?"
Nathalie's fierce gaze made Greta realize she'd been too harsh on Miranda and fell silent.
Miranda, trembling, pulled out a strand of hair and offered it to Nathalie, "If you want hair, take as much as you
need."
Nathalie didn't take the white hair. She knew her bond with Miranda was undeniable.
In a previous life, they'd already done a DNA test. This time, she wanted to test against Patrick.
As she stepped towards Patrick, Greta rushed over, shoving Nathalie aside. "What are you doing? Don't you dare
hurt my dad."
Nathalie noted Greta's over-the-top
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reaction and glanced at Miranda, whose face showed panic. Nathalie figured something was up between her and
Patrick.
"Move aside," she demanded.
"lI won't let you pull my dad's hair," Greta insisted.
Nathalie narrowed her eyes and tried to move Greta aside. But before she could even touch her, Greta was
suddenly flung backward like an arrow letting out a blood-curdling scream as she hit the ground
"Greta!" A tall figure burst through the door.
In the next instant, Nathalie felt a stinging slap across her face.
"Nathalie, | didn't think you could be
this cruel," Cameron saint
filled with anger.
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