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Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 419
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Chapter 419 "Cameron, I hope you don't regret this," Greta spat out, her voice laced with anger as she gritted her teeth.

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Turning her back on the hospital, Greta made a bold exit while the doctor's attention was elsewhere. She was determined, slipping away quietly and unnoticed.

Her destination was Patrick and Miranda's small apartment. Patrick was stuck in a wheelchair, only able to move his head. Miranda, on the other hand, managed to shuffle around slowly with the help of a cane. Life hadn't been easy for these two. They'd been through the wringer. But somehow, all those struggles had left them with a calm acceptance. You could see it in the rare sense of peace that seemed to rest on their faces.

When Greta barged through the door, the elderly couple exchanged wary glances. There was no joyous reunion, no warmth for Greta, just a guarded look. Greta seemed oblivious to their demeanor. She threw herself into Patrick's arms, sobbing. "Dad, they're all against me. Everyone's picking on me." Patrick's voice was muffled, barely more than a whisper. "I'm too old to help you now, Greta. You have to figure things out on your own." Through her tears, Greta looked up at him, feeling like her heart had just dropped into a bottomless pit. "Dad, do you not loveanymore?" Patrick replied, "Of course I love you, but I can't do anything..." Greta broke down, her tears flowing freely. "Dad, my kidney disease is back. Cameron wants a divorce. What am I supposed to do if you turn your back on me? How am I supposed to live?" Miranda stepped in, gently trying to pull her away. "Greta, look at your dad. He's stuck in that wheelchair, can't move a muscle below his neck. He deserves speace, don't you think?" Greta shoved Miranda to the floor. "Stay out of it. He's my dad. He lovesthe most... He won't abandon me." Miranda struggled, her frail body making it hard to get back up. Patrick watched her, his eyes misty.

He glared at Greta. "Apologize to your mother." Greta was taken aback. "Dad, are you serious? You've always said marrying her was your biggest mistake. You said the only good thing she did was giving you a daughter-me." Miranda was trembling with anger as she stared at Patrick.

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A flicker of regret crossed Patrick's face. "Don't listen to her, love. I didn't appreciate you before, but now see how you've stood bythrough everything. You mean the world to me" Turning back to Greta, he was stern. "You only ctowhen you're in trouble, but forgetwhen life's good. I see your selfishness now. From this moment on, your issues are yours alone. And I take back what I said. Meeting your mom was the best thing that ever happened to me, while spoiling you was my biggest mistake." Greta stared at him, speechless. "Dad, do you hear yourself?" Patrick was firm. "It's tfor you to leave. Don't cback." Greta broke down completely, her cries echoing through the room. "Why does everyone keep pushingaway? Why?"

Patrick closed his eyes, tears slipping down his cheeks. "Greta it's my fault. I spoiled you, made you selfish." Greta ran out, her face buried in her hands, sobbing.

Outside, the city was fresh and clean, washed by the recent rain, leaving the streets slick and shiny.

Nathalie returned home, retreating to her room and locking the door behind her. She sat at her vanity, carefully 1. She sat at pulling out the diary Nathan had given her.