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

Ashley's face fell. "Why?"

before

rolled his wheelchair back.

lost it. She ripped it off and tossed it to the floor. "This cloak is hideous. I'll get

her room to find another cloak. She missed the anguish

leaned over, picking up the cloak and dusting

cradling the cloak like a treasure, glaring at her with eyes that

Ashley froze.

chilling tone, "Please, don't touch

you

to answer when a frantic voice echoed from the

to

he