Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 286

At that moment, Miranda couldn't resist taking a jab at Nathalie. "She's not like some people, who act like they'll take care of me but make my life miserable behind the scenes." Nathalie was at a loss for words. "I've always been straightforward. I never claimed I'd take care of you."

Miranda was taken aback.

Just then, the doorbell broke the tension.

Nathalie shot a knowing glance at Miranda before heading to the door. When she opened it, Cameron and Greta were standing there, hand in hand.

Cameron instantly let go of Greta's hand. Nathalie didn't feel a thing about it, but Greta was clearly annoyed by Cameron's eagerness to play innocent.

Nathalie asked, her voice icy, "What do you want?"

Greta peeked inside. "I'm here to take Mom home."

Nathalie shrugged. "Come on in."

As Greta and Cameron stepped into the living room, Nathalie didn't offer them a seat or a drink, leaving them awkwardly standing in silence.

While Greta was supposedly there to pick up Miranda, her eyes couldn't help but roam the lavish decor and extravagant furnishings. The fact that Nathalie was living in such grand style sparked a deep envy in her. "Our parents are struggling while you're living it up in luxury," Greta sneered.

Nathalie gave her a sideways look. "And what gives you the right to judge me?"

Greta replied, "I'm your sister."

Nathalie picked up a glass from the coffee table, took a graceful sip, and then toyed with it in her hand. "So, being my sister gives you the right to criticize me, flirt shamelessly with my man, and stoop low enough to steal my kidney?"

Greta's face flushed with anger and shame. "That was ages ago. Why did you bring it up now?"

Nathalie scoffed, "The wound wasn't yours to bear. How would you, the one who benefited, understand the pain of scars?" Greta had nothing to say.

Then, Nathalie shifted gears, putting Greta on the defensive. "Greta, if you as my sister, and our parents, along with my worthless husband, conned me out of my kidney, I'd consider it a repayment for being born. But..."

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Suddenly, Nathalie's grip on the glass tightened, and water splashed out. Greta instinctively moved closer to Cameron. Nathalie's voice was sharp. "What if I wasn't your real sister? What would that make all you've done to me?"

Nathalie stood up abruptly, "I think, it would be a crime."

Cameron staggered, visibly shaken.

Nathalie's cold stare drilled into him. "What's going on, Mr. Cameron? Feeling guilty?"

Cameron stammered, "Nathalie, how could you possibly not be the Browns' daughter? If you weren't Greta's real sister, how did the kidney transplant go so seamlessly?" Nathalie pulled a DNA report out of a drawer and tossed it at Cameron. "Open your eyes and read it."

Cameron picked up the scattered

papers, and when he reached the final page, his face turned ghostly white. It stated that Patrick and Nathalie shared a mere twenty four percent genetic similarity. Ng biological connection existed.

"How can this be?" Cameron muttered. Disbelief was etched on his face.