Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 707

Lincoln chuckled, shaking his head, "I never in a million years thought my daughter would have to go through such a tough life."

Nathalie watched her father's thin hands, veins bulging from the tension he was holding. His usually gentle eyes were streaked with red, gleaming with a fierce, almost menacing light.

Nathalie closed her eyes.

The moment she dreaded had finally arrived.

"Vivian," he said, his voice firm, "I couldn't protect you before. But now that I'm back, I won't let anyone push you around anymore."

He suddenly stood up, resolute, "I'll handle Greta and her mother. As for Cameron, I'll take everything from him, and then you can have your revenge however you like."

Nathalie was left speechless.

"Okay."

In the prison library, inmates were engaged in learning.

These brainy offenders mostly read books that cleansed their souls or economic texts that piqued their interests.

Except for Inmate No. 13. He sat with a dignified grace in his wheelchair, a psychology book perched on his lap.

observing him from a

prison uniform, his natural aristocratic

the Rowland and McCoy families raise him to be so distant

"No. 13, you wanted to

looked up, hesitated briefly, then retrieved a paper folded

give this to Miss

palm. "You can make a moving

she comes

to avoid further questioning,

wonder. "Such a brilliant mind, it's a real

At the hospital.

front of Nathalie again,

Ashburn, I told you, I don't need No. 13's help," Nathalie

hand and placing the dancing paper

Nathalie watched it, astonished.

felt oddly familiar, but she couldn't place

13 says he wants to

was taken aback. "He

Officer Ashburn nodded.

are you all jumping through hoops

think we enjoy being at a