Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 851

He didn't want to burden her, so he nodded and said, "Very nice." Nathalie swung open the closet doors again, revealing the treasures inside the walk-in wardrobe. “All of these are your clothes. This section here is for your undergarments, this one's for your casual outfits, and over here is your sleepwear."

Morris scanned the clothes, each piece a work of art without a single label in sight. He knew those intricate stitches all too well-every piece was Nathalie's handcrafted masterpiece. He could only imagine the countless hours she spent bringing this dazzling collection to life.

Noticing Morris lost in thought, Nathalie asked nervously, "Don't you like them?" Morris shook his head. "These clothes, they must have taken you so much..."

"Time and effort," he was about to say, but Nathalie quickly interrupted him with a smile. "Don't worry about the money. I'm the wealthiest in the Capital now; money is the least of my worries."

Morris gave her a serious look. Sure, he knew she was loaded, but what mattered more to him were her intentions. "You don't need to buy any more. These are enough to last me a lifetime," he said.

With his days numbered, the thought of Nathalie staying up late to make clothes he might never wear was unbearable to him.

turmoil, chuckled, "A lifetime's a long time;

Morris worried she might catch on to his somber

bed, gently guiding

lights before quietly stepping out. Morris

Lincoln could tell his daughter

alive, more

charge in the kitchen, whipping up a feast that filled the tong dining table. There was high-protein seafood, two types of comforting

a quiet sigh. His daughter was hopelessly in

is the first time I've had the pleasure of tasting your cooking," Lincoln teased as Nathalie