Reborn From Ashes novel Chapter 105

Morgan's plan included driving Charlotte and the others away, giving him the chance to completely take control of Lily.

The thought alone made his entire body heat up with excitement.

"Oh, Morgan, you're just too kind. Why would you treat Hayden so well? He's no good, and even if you do this, he won't appreciate it," Lily said, sighing and shaking her head slightly.

"It doesn't matter how Hayden feels about me. I just want him to come, and that'll be enough," he replied with righteous determination.

"Fine. I'll discuss it with the family tonight." She relented for the moment.

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That evening, after dinner, all the Sterlings gathered in the living room to discuss Morgan's upcoming birthday party.

The guest list was one of the main topics of discussion.

At that moment, Lily spoke up. "Morgan said there's one more person he'd like to invite. He wanted everyone to discuss it first."

"Who is it?" the others asked, curious.

"Hayden. Morgan wants to thank him," she explained.

"Yes," Morgan chimed in quickly. "Hayden has been very kind to me. I can't imagine a day like this without his blessing."

But his words were enough to make Francis' temper explode.

"Invite him? You might as well invite a stray dog!" he snapped. "That piece of trash has no place at such an event! If word got out, I would be embarrassed!

"Don't even think about it. There's no need to disgust yourself," he said coldly, shutting down the idea immediately.

"But Hayden's absence would make me feel like there's something missing in my life!" Morgan insisted. His eyes were brimming with tears, making him look pitiful.

The next day, Morgan sent a message to a private chat group. "Did you find someone?"

Soon after, his phone rang.

"Mr. Morgan, we've found someone who fits the criteria," said the voice on the other end. "I'll send you the address now!"

After hanging up, Morgan headed straight to the provided location—a dilapidated house.

Inside, a middle-aged man was carefully feeding a bowl of pungent herbal medicine to a young woman around 18 or 19.

Her face was gaunt, her expression weary, and her eyes sunken deep into their sockets. She was clearly gravely ill.

This was exactly the kind of person Morgan had been looking for—a struggling family with a seriously ill child and no money for treatment.

"This is the one," he murmured with a smirk, his lips curling into a sly grin.