Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Lincoln was taken aback. This kid, Nathan, despite his physical challenges, was fiercely independent. He rarely ever asked for help. You could see his good upbringing in every little thing he did. Even though Lincoln had given him a hard time more than once, Nathan was always as sunny and forgiving as ever. In that moment, Lincoln couldn't help but admire him.

"Nathan, leave the dishes. Let me help you with those," Lincoln offered.

But Morris, in his straightforward manner, declined, "You're the elder. I can't let you do that for me."

Lincoln couldn't resist complimenting him, "How did someone as meticulous as your father end up with such a well-mannered kid like you?"

Morris casually replied, "I was brought up by Nathalie."

Lincoln was at a loss for words. Morris's simple statement left him stunned. It was then that Lincoln truly welcomed the boy into his heart, as part of the family.

"Alright then, once you're done, come over here. I'll show you some advanced math," Lincoln suggested.

Morris took his time with the dishes, dried his hands, and sat down next to Lincoln.

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