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

uniform, his natural aristocratic presence

How did the Rowland and McCoy families raise him

quietly. "No. 13, you wanted

a paper folded into a

give this

the robot, surprised to see it dance in his palm. "You can make a moving robot out of paper? How does this even

"If she comes to

that, No. 13, seemingly to avoid further questioning, wheeled

in wonder. "Such a brilliant

At the hospital.

up in front of Nathalie again, she

don't

closer, taking her hand and placing the dancing

Nathalie watched it, astonished.

dance felt oddly familiar, but she couldn't place where

13 says he wants to see

was taken aback. "He made this for

Officer Ashburn nodded.

all jumping through hoops for him?

think we