Does she still have to fight with Greta for her father''s affection now? Nathalie''s bipr disorder suddenly kicked in, and in a fit of rage, she hurled the papers at Greta. "Get out of thepany!" she shouted. The more Nathalie lost her cool, the more smug Greta became.


    Greta, ever the schemer, slyly pulled out her phone and recorded Nathalie''s meltdown. Holding up her phone, she taunted, "Sis, if I send this to Uncle, do you really think he''ll trust you to run thepany after seeing you like this?"


    Nathalie realized she''d walked straight into Greta''s trap. Knowing she couldn''t outmaneuver Greta''s cunning ways, she felt defeated and resigned. "Do whatever you want," she mumbled.


    Right in front of Nathalie, Greta sent the recording to Lincoln, adding, "Uncle, I think my sister''s mental state isn''t right. Maybe she should take some time off."


    With tears brimming in her eyes, Nathalie watched Greta''s maniptive game, feeling utterly powerless.


    Meanwhile, at the hospital, Lincoln was a bit taken aback to receive a video from Greta. Her frequent attempts to cozy up to him left him feeling a bit wistful. After all, he cherished thepany of his beloved daughter, Vivian.


    He yed the video and saw Nathalie''s outburst, and it hit him hard, leaving him breathless. "Someone, get over here."


    "Mr. Lincoln, is everything okay?"


    "I need to get to Stewart Enterprises. Right now," Lincolnmanded, his voice full of urgency.


    "I''ll check with the doctor," his assistant replied.


    After reviewing Lincoln''s medical records, the doctor agreed he could be


    discharged, as long as he returned for regr check-ups.


    With his caretaker in tow, Lincoln made a beeline for Stewart Enterprises, causing quite a stir upon his arrival.


    "That''s the genius mathematician, Mr. Lincoln!"


    "I heard he''s got a brilliant mind and was the family''s favorite heir."


    "With him back, the Stewart family might see some big changes."


    News of Mr. Lincoln''s return spread through thepany


    like of senior executives


    Soon,


    gathered around him, blocking his way.


    "Are you really Mr. Lincoln?" they asked, almost in disbelief.


    Even seated in a wheelchair, Lincoln exuded a vibrant spirit, his once striking features still carrying achint of elegance. He nodded witho confidence.


    "It''s great to have you back, sir. Stewart Enterprises isn''t what it used to be. You must revitalize it to its former glory."


    Lincoln''s face was serious. "We''ll discuss thepany''s issuester. Right now, I need to see my daughter."


    "Of course."


    As Lincoln approached Nathalie''s office, Greta was just stepping out.


    Seeing Lincoln, Greta felt a surge of secret delight. If Uncle could see Nathalie''s downfall firsthand, he''d surely be disappointed.


    "Uncle, what are you doing out of the hospital?" Greta feigned concern.


    Lincoln didn''t even look her way, his focus entirely on Nathalie. "Where''s Vivian?"


    Eager for the executives to witness


    Nathalie''s disgrace, Greta ques


    opened the office door. "My sister''s not in a great mood. Uncle, you''re


    just in time tofort her."


    Nathalie was curled up on the floor, looking defeated. Papers were scattered all around her.


    Sensing someone enter, Nathalie looked up. Seeing Lincoln and thepany executives, she awkwardly scrambled to her feet.