Reborn From Oblivion

"Greta, the house is gone," Patrick said, his voice trembling.

Greta immediately lost it, shouting, "Dad, did you actually sell the house?" She quickly zeroed in on the main issue. "And what about the money from the sale?"

Patrick shot a glance at Nathalie.

Greta caught on fast and turned her anger towards Nathalie. "Was it you? Did you talk Dad into selling the house while I was away? So, you've got the money, right? Hand it over now! I'm his real daughter, the only heir." Nathalie calmly turned on her phone's recording app and calmly led Greta on, "Greta, what are you doing? Dad's still alive. The house and money are his."

Greta fired back, "I'm his guardian. I have the right to manage his affairs."

Nathalie smirked, "Oh, now you remember you're his guardian? Where were you when he was sick? You left me to handle everything for him, so doesn't that make me his guardian?"

"You're not even his biological daughter," Greta shot back.

"So what? The law doesn't say an adopted daughter can't inherit anything," Nathalie replied.

Panic spread across Greta's face as she knelt by the bed. "Dad, you didn't really give her the house, did you?"

Patrick nodded.

"You never showed up. I waited and waited for you. I needed a daughter to sign my surgery consent forms and handle the bills. Since you weren't around, I had to ask Nathalie. I've never treated her well, so why would she do all this for me for free? So, I gave her the house as payment for taking care of me."

Greta broke down, screaming, "I could've taken care of you too! I'm your daughter, aren't I? Dad, by giving her the house, you've left me without a home."

Patrick replied, exasperated, "Where have you been? You never answer calls or texts. Do you even care about me?"

Greta expected Patrick to comfort her like he always did. She sobbed, "Dad, I'm sorry, I really am. I'll do better from now on..."

"It's too late. The house is already sold," Patrick said, tears streaming down his face.

"Greta, I've taken care of you your

whole

pleason

Now that I'm old and have some pity on

let

me live for myself for once"

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Greta glared at Nathalie with venom in her eyes. "Since you've got Dad's estate, you're responsible for him now."

Nathalie smiled, "Does that include his funeral arrangements? I'm fine with it if you're not afraid of what people might say."Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Greta was always worried about appearances and knew how much Patrick loved her. Everyone else knew this, too. If she abandoned Patrick now, the backlash would be overwhelming.

She thought about it, felt it was unfair to leave without the house, and snapped, "I'll make sure you give back what you took." Nathalie shot back, "And I'll make sure you repay what you owe me."

Greta, with her hand on her hip, stormed out.

Back home, Greta collapsed into

Cameron's arms, crying, "Cameron, I was busy taking care of you and didn't pay attention to my dad, so he got mad and gave the house

Nathalie. Now I'm ho

Cameron, feeling guilty, gently held her face. "Greta, don't worry, I'll make it big someday. Then, I'll buy you plenty of houses."

Feeling a bit better, Greta asked, "But you don't have any capital. What now?"