Reborn From Oblivion

The assistant shot a glance at Morris. "Looks like you lost our little wager."noveldrama

Morris, unfazed, replied, "Not just yet."

The assistant continued, "But you've already been shown the door by the chairman of Vincent Corporation.

Are you planning to hang around regardless?"

Out of nowhere, Morris pressed a button on his wheelchair, casting a beam of light from an embedded screen

onto the white wall opposite them. The image was initially wobbly and unclear, but it soon sharpened into

focus—a photo of Mick kissing another man in the hazy confines of a smoke-filled underground bar, with

others engaged in questionable antics.

As soon as the image hit the wall, Mick, typically composed, lost his cool completely. He charged at Morris,

almost frenzied. "Turn it off, Morris!"

"Turn it off, you scoundrel!"

He swung his fist at Morris, but the instant he made contact, it was Mick who hit the ground first.

Morris looked down at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Mick, playing the victim, huh?"

Mick lay curled on the floor, shaking with fear, finally grasping the true strength of his adversary.

Gasps and murmurs of disbelief rippled through the room. "Mick, is that really you? You're gay?"

Jules sighed deeply, disappointment etched across his face.

Jackson jumped in to defend Mick. "Come on, boss. Everyone's got their personal life. As long as Mick's doing

his job at Vincent Corporation without a hitch, why should his private life be an issue?"

Seizing the moment, Mick declared his loyalty. "Mr. Jules, I've always been faithful to Vincent Corporation.

This isn't something I chose; being gay is just who I am."

Jules pondered for a moment before speaking. "Mick, given your years of dedication to Vincent Corporation

and the fact that your personal life hasn't affected your work, I won't hold this against you."

Turning to Morris, Jules's demeanor shifted to one of stern reprimand. "Nathan, stooping to such tactics to

tarnish Mick's name—isn't that a bit low?"

Morris was momentarily speechless.

Jules's leniency towards Mick was far beyond anything he had ever extended to his own son.

Yet, Morris wasn't one to easily back down. Though he seemed meek on the outside, he was a shrewd

strategist who wouldn't rest until his goals were achieved.

"Jules, your double standards are

something to behold. Mick used vile

methods against my dear Nathalie,

and you dismissed it as his personal

business, claiming it wasn't your

place to intervene. Now, when I

mirror his actions, suddenly I'm the

villain?"

Morris leaned in, closing the space between himself and Jules. "Jules, if Mr. Lincoln knew about your double-

dealing, do you think he'd still call you a friend?"

A flicker of shame passed through Jules's eyes. "He'd understand, Nathan. When you're in a position of

power, not every decision is yours to make. I hope you can see that."

"I don't," Morris retorted, his temper

flaring. "Jules, you're willing to

sacrifice your bond with Mr. Lincoln

for the company and turn a blind eye

to someone who hurt his beloved

daughter. Tell me, why did you give

up your lifelong promise to Kelly

back then?"

Jules, never having been publicly

called out like this, flushed with

embarrassment and anger. "Morris,

Kelly is your mother. How can you

speak of her so disrespectfully? You

ungrateful child. If Kelly were here,

she'd regret having you."

Morris's face went ashen. "Yes, she did regret having me—enough to abandon me completely and find peace

in death."