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."

replied calmly, "I'm

Ashley's face fell. "Why?"

up, almost reverently kneeling before him, her hands resting on

his wheelchair back. "You've dirtied

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

missed the anguish in Morris's eyes and his clenched fists, his

and dusting it off as if

she found him cradling the cloak like a

Ashley froze.

a chilling tone, "Please,

do you mean? Are you rejecting

a frantic

wheeled himself out, and Ashley trailed behind, wanting to help but hesitating due to

he struggled fiercely, yelling, "Nathan, I was wrong. Please come back with