Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 884

Lincoln stared at Morris, disbelief written all over his face. "Nathan, have you taken this test before?"

Morris rubbed his forehead, feeling the weight of Mr. Lincoln's ingrained prejudice. He was at a loss for words.

Nathalie jumped in to cover for him. "Dad, no matter what questions you throw his way, Nathan can handle them. You really don't need to stress over teaching him advanced math. He genuinely doesn't need it."

Lincoln's eyes widened as Nathalie's words sank in. Morris was a genius—an even greater one than he had realized. It struck him that with Morris's talent, he didn’t need anyone else to pull off such major financial schemes.

A mix of admiration and caution filled Lincoln. People like Morris were like a double-edged sword; wield them right, and they could achieve wonders, but mishandle them, and they could lead to ruin.

Lincoln finally understood why the Rowland, McCoy, and Stewart families were all so eager to have Morris on their side. But he was different; he wasn't much of a risk-taker. With someone as potentially dangerous as Morris, Lincoln chose to keep a respectful distance.

Trying to keep things light, Lincoln said, "Nathan, I might have underestimated you. With your smarts, staying with us at the Stewart family seems like a bit of a waste. Have you thought about starting something of your own? I could fund you to make your mark."

Morris couldn't help but find it amusing. Lincoln's intentions were clear as day; the man had never been one for subtlety.

Morris had always planned to leave the Stewart family. Lincoln's offer to fund his departure was exactly what he wanted. He replied, "If that's the case, I appreciate it, Uncle."

Nathalie puffed up her cheeks, glaring at the two of them. Her father's hidden agenda, Nathan's willingness to play along—neither seemed to care about how she felt.

Nathalie looked at him with tearful eyes, "Are you really set on leaving?"

Morris's heart twisted painfully, but he knew this day had to come. At least now he had some room to maneuver. If he waited until he was old and Nathalie still couldn't let go, he'd carry that regret forever.

"Yes," he nodded firmly, avoiding her eyes.

Nathalie swallowed her sorrow, the words to stop him stuck in her throat. "Alright. I'll let you go."

She turned and headed upstairs. A moment later, she returned with a bank card, pressing it into Morris's hand. "This card, I'm giving it back to you."