Reborn From Oblivion

Nathalie's glare was as sharp as a knife. Miranda flinched in fear. Meanwhile, Lincoln was hit hard, standing frozen except for his trembling fingertips. He looked at Nathalie with deep sorrow, his tears unstoppable as they trickled down his cheeks. "Vivian, it's my fault. I saw the sadness in your eyes, but I was too scared to ask, afraid of reopening your wounds. I had no idea how tough things have been for you."

Miranda played it off, trying to comfort Lincoln with a carefree attitude. "Oh, that guy was just a puppet, something Nathalie held onto for comfort."

Nathalie's eyes flared with rage. Lincoln noticed her clenched fists but wasn't swayed by Miranda's dismissive words.

"All these years, her mom and I weren't around for Vivian. She must've felt so alone. If there was someone, even if not really alive, who was there for her, I'd be grateful and cherish them."

Lincoln turned to Nathalie with reassurance. "Vivian, don't be upset. Every doll, if you find its maker, can be restored."

His words were like a glimmer of hope in the darkness, stirring something in Nathalie's heavy heart. Her eyes, once dull, now sparkled with possibility. Could finding Nathan's creator mean he could come back?

"Yes," Nathalie nodded.

Miranda scoffed, "Oh, come on. That doll can't be fixed. You have no idea how destructive that robot was. If it comes back, who knows what could happen?"

Nathalie's face twisted in anger. "Shut up."

Her fury left Miranda and Lincoln speechless. Miranda, emboldened by Lincoln's presence, continued recklessly. "Look at your daughter, Lincoln. What a temper! I don't know who she takes after. You and Maya are so calm."

She shot Nathalie a smug look, expecting Lincoln to scold her. But Lincoln, with his sharp mind and emotional depth, turned cold at Miranda's criticism.noveldrama

"Sister, if you can criticize my daughter like this in front of me, I dread to think how you treat her when I'm not around. No wonder my Viviams so timid and sensitive

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She's nothing like a pampered child."

Nathalie was stunned; having her father stand up for her was a new, wonderful feeling of unconditional trust.

Miranda felt awkward and shot a guilty glance at Nathalie, worried she might spill the beans about her mistreatment. But Nathalie, ever thoughtful, wouldn't let her father get upset on her account.

She wouldn't expose Miranda's wrongdoings in front of Lincoln.

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Miranda saw Nathalie's hesitance and relaxed slightly. Then she pushed her luck further. "Now that you're back, Lincoln, you'll take over the Stewart family business, right? Could you do me a favor for att those years I looked after Nathalie?"

Lincoln said, "Sister, just tell me. If there's anything I can do, I'll do my best."

Miranda grinned, "Oh, it's just a small thing for you. If you're willing to help, I'm sure you can."

"Sister, stop beating around the bush. Just say it."

"It's about my other daughter, Greta," Miranda said her voice full of

genuine emotion. "That poor girl never got much care growing up, and she's always been frail. Now she has kidney disease, and without a transplant, the doctors say she doesn't have much time. Could you help find a matching donor for Greta?"