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.

surprised that he dropped his spoon into his bowl, completely

clearly uneasy. Lincoln

crossed his

really hope you'll

you worried I'll be a bad

and asked, "Would

mischievous grin faded, and he broke into a soft

had taken a turn he

"Uncle," he said cautiously,

"do you see my legs? They're numb. I'll never stant again Are you sure you want to entrust your

my daughter was the only one with insecurities. But

Morris was stunned.

sincerely, "Nathan, Vivian has told me everything. You're the hero of this family. Without you I'd still be a shell of a man in the hospital, and Vivian and I

have reunited.

wrong to call you a criminal.

for this family. You're the

I hope you'll

down at

out it was him behind everything he'd done