Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 707

Lincoln chuckled, shaking his head, "I never in a million years thought my daughter would have to go through such a tough life."

Nathalie watched her father's thin hands, veins bulging from the tension he was holding. His usually gentle eyes were streaked with red, gleaming with a fierce, almost menacing light.

Nathalie closed her eyes.

The moment she dreaded had finally arrived.

"Vivian," he said, his voice firm, "I couldn't protect you before. But now that I'm back, I won't let anyone push you around anymore."

He suddenly stood up, resolute, "I'll handle Greta and her mother. As for Cameron, I'll take everything from him, and then you can have your revenge however you like."

Nathalie was left speechless.

"Okay."

In the prison library, inmates were engaged in learning.

These brainy offenders mostly read books that cleansed their souls or economic texts that piqued their interests.

Except for Inmate No. 13. He sat with a dignified grace in his wheelchair, a psychology book perched on his lap.

An officer walked in, observing him from a distance.

Even in a plain prison uniform, his natural aristocratic presence was undeniable.

Such potential, the officer thought. How did the Rowland and McCoy families raise him to be so distant and unfeeling?

He approached quietly. "No. 13, you wanted to see me?"

No. 13 looked up, hesitated briefly, then retrieved a paper folded into a robot from his pocket.

"Please give this to Miss Vivian."

The officer took the robot, surprised to see it dance in his palm. "You can make a moving robot out of paper? How does this even work?"

No. 13, face expressionless, replied, "If she comes to see me, I'll explain it."