Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Morris had been avoiding Nathalie on purpose. Only after she left did he head downstairs to eat.

Lincoln was unusually attentive this time around, fussing over Morris with water, breakfast pastries, and warm conversation. "Nathan, these breakfast scones were made by Nathalie herself. Give them a try, won't you?"

Morris picked up a scone with an air of elegance, took a bite, and his eyebrows knitted together slightly.

It was overly salty.

Yet, he kept a straight face and took a sip of the chamomile tea next to him.

Eager to please, Lincoln asked, "Nathan, how do you find my daughter's cooking?"

Morris replied, "It's alright."

Lincoln beamed, "You see, my daughter is both smart and kind-hearted. She's even willing to cook for you. Isn't that rare these days?"

Morris nodded, "Indeed, it is."

Lincoln seized the moment, "Nathan, I want to formally apologize for any past misunderstandings. I might not have treated you well, and for that, I'm truly sorry."

Lincoln bowed deeply to Morris.

dropped his spoon into his bowl,

said, clearly

his

insisted, "I really hope you'll stay

a bad influence on your daughter?"

in the eye and asked,

grin faded, and he broke into

taken a

"Uncle," he said cautiously,

"do you see my legs? They're numb. I'll never stant again Are you

my daughter was the only one with insecurities. But it seems you

Morris was stunned.

you

reunited. Wow

Stewart family business either. I was wrong to call you a

much for this family. You're the true heart here.

hope

looked down at the

out it was him behind everything