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?"

reverently kneeling before

back. "You've

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

to find another cloak. She missed the anguish in Morris's eyes and his clenched fists,

leaned over, picking up the cloak and dusting it off as if

she found him cradling the cloak like a treasure, glaring at her with eyes that could

Ashley froze.

said in a chilling tone, "Please, don't touch

turned pale. "What do you mean? Are you rejecting

was about to answer when a frantic voice

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

he struggled fiercely, yelling,