Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 720

After a night of deep thought, digging through research, and investigating every lead, Lincoln came to a striking conclusion: the behavior and expressions of robots are essentially a reflection of their creator’s own thoughts and feelings. If a robot was extraordinarily kind to Nathalie, it was clear that the person who created it had a deep love for her.

Only someone with an intense passion for Nathalie could program their robot to express even a fraction or a mere whisper of their emotions.

This revelation only fueled Lincoln’s curiosity about who was behind Nathan's creation.

Nathalie remembered what Frankie had said, and a wave of sadness washed over her. “Dad, she’s not with us anymore.”

Lincoln’s face fell, turning pale as if the color had been drained from it.

But then he pieced together the puzzle: the mastermind’s death meant the robot lost its guiding force, leaving it no choice but to exit this world. The so-called assassination was just a smokescreen.

“That’s really a shame,” Lincoln said with a heavy heart.

Nathalie looked at her father, puzzled. “Dad, why are you suddenly so interested in this?”

Lincoln looked at Nathalie, torn about whether to tell her that without the creator, Nathan couldn’t be brought back to life.

“Do you know who this creator is?” Lincoln asked.

Nathalie grinned. “Dad, I don’t know her, but you should.”

Lincoln was caught off guard. “Oh?”

“Who is she?”

“She’s Kelly, the McCoy family heiress, the one you almost married.” Nathalie spoke of Kelly with admiration and gratitude.

“She wasn’t just a genius; the Nathan she created was gentle and full of emotion, showing her kind heart. It’s just tragic her life was cut short…”

Lincoln shook his head. “Nathalie, Nathan wasn’t her creation.”

Nathalie’s eyes widened in shock. “But Frankie told me that.”

“Frankie lied to you.”

Nathalie’s fragile frame trembled. “The creator of Nathan…”

Her voice faltered, unable to continue.

Suddenly, Nathalie bolted out, driven by urgency.

“Vivian, where are you going?”

“I need to find Frankie and get some answers.”

Lincoln sighed.

This matter seemed straightforward at first glance but was layered with complexity.

His instincts told him that the creator had no desire to meet Nathalie.