Reborn From Oblivion

Lincoln was floored. "You're really marrying Ashley off to someone like that? You..." He almost jabbed a finger at Regan, ready to call him out for sacrificing his granddaughter's happiness for profit. What kind of grandfather does that?

Regan, though, was as smug as ever. "Lincoln, Nathan's my grandson-in-law. He can stay here as long as he likes. You can't just waltz in and take him."

Lincoln felt a wave of frustration wash over him. Remembering Nathalie's tear- soaked, heartbroken face, he swallowed his pride and pleaded, "I just want to see him."

But Regan was firm. "He doesn't want to see you."

Desperate, Lincoln raised his voice, "Nathan, come out!"

Regan was taken aback. His usually dignified nephew was causing this scene?

Upstairs, Morris sat in a wheelchair, gently stroking the cashmere cloak with fox fur trim on his lap. His eyes were soft.

Ashley sat across from him, looking at him with adoration. "Nathan, my family really likes you. They hope we can tie the knot soon."

Morris replied calmly, "I'm not marrying you."

Ashley's face fell. "Why?"

She got up, almost reverently kneeling before him, her hands resting on his knees.

Morris rolled his wheelchair back. "You've dirtied my cloak."

Ashley glanced at the cloak and, seeing the embroidered letters, lost it. She ripped it off and tossed it to the floor. "This cloak is hideous. I'll get you a new one."

She dashed to her room to find another cloak. She missed the anguish in Morris's eyes and his clenched fists, his temples throbbing with anger.

Carefully, he leaned over, picking up the cloak and dusting it off as if it were precious.

When Ashley returned, she found him cradling the cloak like a treasure, glaring at her with eyes that could pierce through her.

Ashley froze.

Morris said in a chilling tone, "Please, don't touch my things again."

Ashley turned pale. "What do you mean? Are you rejecting me?"

Morris was about to answer when a frantic voice echoed from the staircase. "Nathan."

Morris wheeled himself out, and Ashley trailed behind, wanting to help but hesitating due to the cold distance he exuded.

On the stairs, Lincoln was being held back by several servants, yet he struggled fiercely, yelling, "Nathan, I was wrong. Please come back with me."

For his daughter, Lincoln's pride was nowhere to be found.

"Let him go," Morris commanded the servants, rolling forward.

When Lincoln saw Morris, he grinned like a carefree child. "Nathan, will you come back with me?"

The triumphant man who once sent Morris away was now humble as ever.

Ashley stood in front of Morris, speaking up for him. "Uncle, what do you think Nathan is? Some puppet you can call and dismiss at will? You were the one who sent him packing. Nathan has his pride; he won't return to a place where he's not wanted." Cóntent

Lincoln's face burned with shame. "Nathan, I messed up. Please come

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Morris's expression shifted, his voice tinged with urgency. "Alright, I'll come back with you."noveldrama