Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 976

After Almos left, Nathalie felt like she was stuck in a dream she couldn't wake up from—her heart and mind floating somewhere far away. Day after day, she shut herself in her room, barely seeing a soul.

She ignored the news of Morris leaving, turned a deaf ear to Cameron and Greta's repeated knocks at the door, and let her phone gather dust.

Lincoln, worried sick about his daughter, took to cooking her favorite meals three times a day-perfectly roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, apple pie fresh from the oven-bringing each dish to her door and trying to coax her out. "Sweetheart, come on, try a little. Everything's just how you like it."

"I can't, Dad. I just... can't eat." Nathalie's voice was flat, her whole energy drained.

"Just a bite for me? Please?" Lincoln's voice was gentle, hopeful.

She looked up at him, and in that moment, all she saw was the deep worry etched into his face. Of course she knew he cared-how could she not? But his kindness only made her feel worse, a wave of guilt and shame crashing over her. Suddenly, she broke down, burying her face in her arms and sobbing at the table.

"Vivian, honey, what's wrong?" Lincoln rushed to her side, leaving the food forgotten as he tried to comfort her.

you tried hypnosis. Wasn't it supposed to help you rest and

down her cheeks, Nathalie lifted her head. "Dad, tell

making things worse. "Vivian, really, it had nothing to do

"But why did he

across Lincoln's face. He knew the real reason-Morris

no cure, and leaving was

family—the Sharps. They're wealthy, powerful. Going back

it's what anyone in

grasping at a convenient

back to the Sharps, he'd never find the love

Lincoln's eyes. "Dad, he should be

he searched for words. "Vivian,