Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 844

Gavin and his crew rushed home, all excited, only to be met with the housemaid's news: "Young Master hasn't come back yet."

Gavin's face visibly darkened.

Benjamin quickly tried to soothe him. "Dad, he used to hang out with the McCoy family a lot. Maybe after getting out, he headed there first."

Gavin nodded, finding this reasonable. "Call Frankie and check if your brother's with her," he instructed Benjamin.

"Got it." Benjamin pulled out his phone to make the call.

Gavin plopped onto the couch, grumbling, "He's got a bum leg and he's still wandering around instead of coming home. It's worrying. At his age, he should know better."

Ashley chimed in softly, "Uncle, if I may, you're being too hard on Nathan. Maybe he doesn't want to come back at all. Coming to the Rowland family might've been a mistake. I'm heading over to the McCoy family to find him."

With that, Ashley ignored Gavin's troubled expression and walked out.

Suddenly, Gavin hurled his teacup to the floor in a fit of anger. "Fathers and sons shouldn't hold grudges forever. Does he plan to resent me for life? Our family almost went bankrupt because of his reckless spending, and I didn't even hold it against him. How can he still be mad about the past?"

pale, his voice shaking, "Dad, my brother

Gavin was taken aback.

he's not with the McCoy family, then where

Nathan was missing.

losing his cool and cursing, "That ungrateful kid! I was counting on him to turn

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cooler head than Gavin, responded, "Dad, he's in high demand now. Every big firm in the Capital wants him as a digital marketing guru. Even though we're family, we didn't exactly keep the bond strong over the years. It's no surprise he feels distant. If we want the Rowland family to bounce back, we need his help. So

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seemed as if Gavin believed that as long as he extended an olive branch, Nathan would willingly return. With Nathan

at the Stewart

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