Reborn From Oblivion

Nathalie sank into her chair, her once vibrant face now as pale as a sheet. Greta's words kept replaying in her head: "You're about to lose Morris, and your father will follow."

The weight of the news hit Nathalie hard. She couldn't let it end like this. She was determined to change the outcome, no matter what it took.

Two paths lay before her: she could track down Cameron and trade secrets with Greta, hoping to use foresight to avert the looming disaster. Or, she could find Almos and break whatever hypnotic hold he had. Time was of the essence.

With her mind in a haze, Nathalie stumbled to her feet and headed outside.

Morris watched her unsteady walk with worry etched across his handsome face. "Greta," he muttered, his voice carrying a dark, almost haunting tone.

The following morning, after a quick breakfast, Nathalie, Morris, and Lincoln each went their separate ways.

They exchanged rushed goodbyes as Lincoln headed to the Sharp family estate. Nathalie gathered Ford, Dominick, and others to help with the search. Morris, meanwhile, called out to Lizzy at a leisurely pace.

"Lizzy, I need to head out. Care to join me?"

Lizzy was in a hurry to meet Nathalie in the basement and politely declined. "Mr. Rowland, my sister has something pressing today, and I need to assist her."

Morris grinned. "I won't keep you long."noveldrama

But Lizzy stood her ground. "No can do. My allegiance is with my sister, and I only follow her orders."

Morris paused, his face turning serious.

With a sigh of mock resignation, he touched the panel on his wheelchair, lighting it up in blue.

Lizzy looked on, curious. "Mr. Rowland, what's that about?"

Morris gave her a knowing look. "Time to show you who's really in charge."

He tapped a button, and a prompt emerged: "Master, would you like to load the original data for Unit 03?"

"Yes!"

As the loading bar reached completion, Lizzy's expression shifted to one of bewilderment. She touched her head, feeling an influx of new information.

Suddenly, like a martial artist unlocking hidden potential, she looked at Morris, astonished. "Master! Master."

She rushed to him, dropping to her knees in excitement. "Master, it's all coming back to me. I'm Unit 03, the robot you designed to protect Ms. Nathalie and manage her emotions..."

Morris asked, "Will you join me now? Are you on board?"

"I am." Lizzy nodded fervently.

Lizzy helped Morris into the car, then hopped into the driver's seat, ready to take the wheel.

"Master, where are we headed?"

"Wherever Greta is."

Lizzy pouted. "Master, I don't know where Greta is."

Morris, eyes closed, replied casually, "I've activated all your functions.

Lizzy

now an all-purpose

in

robot. If you set your mind toit, you

find her."

Lizzy focused hard, sifting through search engines and data until she pinpointed, "Found it. Greta's at Stewart Estate, having tea with Mrs. Stewart."

Morris commented offhandedly, "Mrs. Stewart?"

His biological grandmother. It brought to mind his other

grandmother, Frankie, who always t

criticized him with her stern

demeanor, "Don't think that being clever means you can follow your mother's rebellious path. She embarrassed the McCoy family, and

I hope you take a lesson from her mistakes."