Reborn From Oblivion

Morris didn't brush off her kindness.

After Nathalie had sorted out Morris's issues, she reluctantly said goodbye,

"Nathan, I'm heading out for a bit. I'll be back soon. If you need anything, just ask Lizzy; she'll help you out."

Morris gave a slight nod, "Alright."

Since he got to this house, he'd been pretty aloof.

It was like he expected everything people did for him or maybe he just didn't care. He seemed like someone who was emotionally checked out.

Once Nathalie was gone, Lincoln sat brooding on the couch, giving Morris a hard stare.

He didn't bother hiding his dislike for Morris: "Nathan, my daughter struggles with depression, so I try not to upset her and give her what she needs. But that doesn't mean I'm happy you're here."

After a moment, he added, "You and my daughter are single. I don't buy into the whole ‘just friends' thing between men and women. Be honest, don't you feel anything for her?"

Morris couldn't find the words to answer Lincoln's questioning.

Because his feelings for Nathalie were way more than just a little attraction.

She was all he could think about.

If it weren't for his physical condition, he wouldn't be holding back.

Seeing Morris's silence, Lincoln scoffed, "I knew you weren't straightforward. But let me warn you, my Vivian isn't in the best health. Her future husband needs to treat her like gold. And you..."

His eyes drifted to Morris's legs, "It's not that I'm trying to put you down, but you know your own situation. You need help yourself; how could you take care of my daughter?"

Lincoln's voice softened, "So, as a dad, I'm asking you, please leave my daughter on your own."

After saying these harsh words, Lincoln watched Morris nervously.

He was genuinely worried that Morris might refuse to leave Vivian, or worse, complain to her-what if Vivian, caught up in her feelings, decided her dad was getting on the way and turned against him?

But Morris's response almost made him lose it.

"If you can get her to leave me willingly, I'd be really thankful."

Lincoln threw his glass to the floor, yelling, "What's that supposed to mean? You think my daughter is chasing after you?"

"Alright, say she likes you, is all over you. You should be thankful. My daughter's amazing, and you're lucky she even looks your way."

"What gives you the right to brush her off? How dare you?"

"Take a look in the mirror. Besides a handsome face, what else do you bring to the table?"

A father like Lincoln wouldn't let anyone look down on his daughter.

Morris picked up his glass, took a sip, and calmly said, "It's not that she's chasing me. It's that she's captured my heart."

His Nathalie, so sensitive and proud, wouldn't just throw herself at a guy.

It was her warmth and kindness that had him completely captivated.

But the way he put it clearly led to a misunderstanding with Lincoln. The tea Lincoln had just sipped sprayed from his mouth as he incredulously exclaimed, "Are you saying my daughter has captured you?"

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Morris

oked at his legs, "You can

see I'm not exactly mobile. If shoot

hadn't brought me here herself, how else would I be in this house?"