Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 678

Nathalie's glare was as sharp as a knife. Miranda flinched in fear. Meanwhile, Lincoln was hit hard, standing frozen except for his trembling fingertips. He looked at Nathalie with deep sorrow, his tears unstoppable as they trickled down his cheeks. "Vivian, it's my fault. I saw the sadness in your eyes, but I was too scared to ask, afraid of reopening your wounds. I had no idea how tough things have been for you."

Miranda played it off, trying to comfort Lincoln with a carefree attitude. "Oh, that guy was just a puppet, something Nathalie held onto for comfort."

Nathalie's eyes flared with rage. Lincoln noticed her clenched fists but wasn't swayed by Miranda's dismissive words.

"All these years, her mom and I weren't around for Vivian. She must've felt so alone. If there was someone, even if not really alive, who was there for her, I'd be grateful and cherish them."

Lincoln turned to Nathalie with reassurance. "Vivian, don't be upset. Every doll, if you find its maker, can be restored."

His words were like a glimmer of hope in the darkness, stirring something in Nathalie's heavy heart. Her eyes, once dull, now sparkled with possibility. Could finding Nathan's creator mean he could come back?

"Yes," Nathalie nodded.

no idea how destructive that

twisted in anger. "Shut

fury left Miranda and Lincoln speechless. Miranda, emboldened by Lincoln's presence, continued recklessly. "Look at your daughter, Lincoln.

Lincoln, with his

criticize my daughter like this in front of me, I dread to think how you treat her when I'm not around. No wonder my Viviams

swneverne

like a

having her father stand up for her was a new, wonderful feeling of unconditional

a guilty glance at Nathalie, worried she might spill the beans about her mistreatment. But Nathalie, ever thoughtful, wouldn't

Miranda's wrongdoings

that