Reborn From Oblivion

"Who's going to pay back the medical loan?" Nellie asked, raising an eyebrow with a hint of challenge in her voice.

Miranda shrugged as if it were obvious. "Well, you're my daughter, so naturally, it's your job to pay back the money I borrowed, right?"

Nellie couldn't hold back her frustration. "It's not like I'm your only daughter, you know!"

Miranda shot back, her anger flaring. "Why are you so petty? I haven't supported your sister at all, so how could I ask her for money? Besides, your sister's health isn't great-she needs way more financial help than most. What's wrong with you helping her out a bit?" Nellie's hands shook with anger. "You..."

Nathan gently placed his long, graceful fingers on Nellie's shoulder, calming her with silent reassurance. Nellie turned to him, her smile grateful but tinged with bitterness.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Nellie, you're too worked up right now. Let me handle this for you," Nathan suggested softly.

Nellie realized that she was too emotional to deal with Miranda. She stepped back, giving Nathan the space to step forward and shield her.

His expression was as cold and unyielding as ice as he fixed his gaze on Miranda. "I can lend you the money, but you'll have to sign an agreement to cut ties with her," he stated plainly.

The weight of his words hit Miranda hard, leaving her momentarily speechless. After a pause, she scoffed. "I raised her, and now you want her to cut me off? Who's supposed to take care of me when I'm old? I was counting on her to look after me."

"Nellie's always been the caring one. Her sister doesn't have her knack for looking after people." Miranda's face softened as she remembered Nellie's tender care during her childhood.

Nathan's eyes flashed with a sharp, icy warning. "You should consult a lawyer about how much support Nel, with no income, could legally provide."

"At best, a few hundred dollars a

month, and even that only if she wants to. If she's not keen on it, she could just drag her feet... She could take care of you, but you know how you've treated her. Aren't you worried she might want some payback?"

"I'll give you a million dollars upfront. It's your one shot at real wealth."

Miranda pondered deeply.

After Nellie left home, Miranda had thought about suing her for support. However, a lawyer dashed her

hopes, saying there was no chance given Nellie's lack of income and Miranda's age, which did not meet retirement standards.

But now...

When Miranda saw Nellie dressed so elegantly, with the poise of a wealthy heiress, her greed flared up. "Nellie's Mrs. Dawson now. She's worth a fortune," Miranda tried to negotiate. "A million bucks is peanuts." Nellie replied coolly, "Cameron and I signed a prenup. The Dawson family money isn't mine."

Miranda scratched her head, frustrated and muttering, "How could you be so dumb to sign something like that?"

Nathan grabbed Miranda's hand and

pushed her back, making her stumble. His voice, cold and cutting like a winter wind, hovered over her "She's been begging since she was six. Every penny she earned went to you. If you think about it, you only took care of her for six years, but she's been supporting you for over a decade. You've profited plenty."