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.

his inner turmoil, chuckled, "A lifetime's a long time; how could this

might catch on to his somber mood. He waved her

the bed, gently guiding him

the room, drawing the curtains closed and switching off the lights before quietly stepping out. Morris suddenly opened his eyes. In the quiet darkness,

first day back, Lincoln could tell his daughter was genuinely over

more alive, more optimistic

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

sigh. His daughter was

time I've had the pleasure of tasting your cooking,"