Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Morris forced a smile. "Nathalie, dealing with those flashing lights and cold, sterile instruments isn't my thing. And I really can't stand those stern-faced doctors."

Nathalie crouched in front of him, holding his hand gently. "I'll be right there with you, Morris."

Morris looked into Nathalie's deep, clear eyes, feeling like they held the entire night sky, with each star shining just for him.

He couldn't say no to her. "Alright."

But as soon as he agreed, doubt crept in. How was he supposed to handle all those endless tests?

Nathalie let out a relieved sigh.

The next morning.

Jules arrived bright and early at the Stewart Estate, hoping to catch up with Lincoln and Morris. But he was a bit too early; Lincoln and Nathalie were still asleep, leaving Morris, who hadn't slept well, to greet him.

When Morris opened the door and saw Jules, he was momentarily surprised.

Jules felt a bit awkward, offering a greeting, "Morning, Master Nathan, we meet again."

Morris nodded, keeping his tone neutral. "Here to see Mr. Lincoln? I can fetch him for you."

"Actually, I came to see

eyebrow in surprise. "Oh?

way back; we're practically brothers. If I'd known sooner that you and Vivian

I'm really sorry. I

Morris stayed silent.

turned tense and

studied Morris, wondering if Lincoln had gotten it wrong about him. Was this young man not as insightful and composed as Lincoln had said? If he held grudges,

pause,

the point. What really matters is

his brow, chewing over Morris's deep words until a look of

you, my younger brother talked to me.

why he was so concerned about someone he didn't

thought for a

mentioned you

Maybe his sense

got the better of him, and he judged you

shaking

biological father, Morris decided to tie up

I'm about to say. Consider it