Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 859

Lincoln was floored. "You're really marrying Ashley off to someone like that? You..." He almost jabbed a finger at Regan, ready to call him out for sacrificing his granddaughter's happiness for profit. What kind of grandfather does that?

Regan, though, was as smug as ever. "Lincoln, Nathan's my grandson-in-law. He can stay here as long as he likes. You can't just waltz in and take him."

Lincoln felt a wave of frustration wash over him. Remembering Nathalie's tear- soaked, heartbroken face, he swallowed his pride and pleaded, "I just want to see him."

But Regan was firm. "He doesn't want to see you."

Desperate, Lincoln raised his voice, "Nathan, come out!"

Regan was taken aback. His usually dignified nephew was causing this scene?

Upstairs, Morris sat in a wheelchair, gently stroking the cashmere cloak with fox fur trim on his lap. His eyes were soft.

Ashley sat across from him, looking at him with adoration. "Nathan, my family really likes you. They hope we can tie the knot soon."

"I'm not

Ashley's face fell. "Why?"

kneeling before him, her hands resting on

wheelchair back. "You've dirtied

the embroidered letters, lost it. She ripped it off and tossed it to the floor. "This cloak

missed the anguish in

picking up the cloak and dusting it off as if

found him cradling the cloak like a

Ashley froze.

chilling tone, "Please,

you mean? Are you

was about to answer when a frantic voice echoed

wheeled himself out, and Ashley trailed behind, wanting to help but hesitating due to the cold distance he

stairs, Lincoln was being held back by several servants, yet he struggled fiercely, yelling, "Nathan, I