Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 879

After hesitating for a moment, he gingerly clicked the button.

Morris's background was surprisingly straightforward. He was abducted as a kid, then found by Gavin, and after some years of silence, he resurfaced—but this time, it was linked to financial crimes.

Lincoln scratched his head, baffled. “How did he manage crimes like that without any formal education?”

“Isn't it just ridiculous?”

As he dug deeper into the details, Lincoln discovered that Morris’s educational history was so mundane, it was often ignored. He’d taken breaks during middle and high school due to psychological issues, but he aced his university entrance exams—scores that could get him into any school in the country.

Instead of going to a local university, he chose to study remotely at a private international college.

So, in the grand scheme of things, Morris's education seemed pretty concerning. It was like he never really experienced a school environment or interacted with teachers and classmates.

“A hopeless case of illiteracy,” Lincoln mused.

But stepping away from academics and focusing on his criminal record, it seemed Morris was something of a genius, with sky-high intelligence.

“These are two completely contradictory identities.”

Lincoln pondered, “Could he be taking the fall for someone else?”

But who would he cover for?

Someone with such extraordinary talents made Lincoln think of only one possibility—the hacker he knew was somewhere in his computer files.

Lincoln couldn’t shake the feeling that Morris might be tangled up with this mysterious figure.

This genius hacker, capable of turning tables in life, could surely influence Morris’s fate.

Lincoln’s tone had a hint of disapproval he couldn’t hide.

Morris corrected, “I didn’t go to school because the subjects were just too easy.”

Lincoln frowned. “You might find the basics simple, but advanced math is a whole different ball game. If you want to get into a good university, you’ve got to buckle down and study advanced math.”

Morris felt a wave of frustration, recalling the days when Nathalie pushed him to study. In his past life, he was a top student at a world-renowned institution. This time around, his skills were light-years ahead of his peers.

“Do I really have to, Uncle?”

For him, those advanced math problems were like a kid learning the alphabet. With limited time, he didn’t want to waste it on this.

But Lincoln was firm. “Nathan, your mom was a dear friend of mine. I owe it to her to take responsibility for you. Don’t say no. Starting tomorrow, I’ll teach you advanced math, and in a year, you’ll be ready for the competitions.”