Reborn From Oblivion

Jules let out a dismissive snort. "Hmph." Without missing a beat, Morris spun his wheelchair around and rolled away in a huff.

Just then, Mrs. Vincent, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly tossed the ring she held onto the ground. It skittered under Morris's wheelchair, and if he moved, it would be crushed.

Jules and Jackson gasped in panic. "Mother, that's our family's heirloom!"

Mrs. Vincent's voice was cold. "This ring was supposed to symbolize undying love. Ha! But now, the woman who wore it is gone, and Master Nathan treats it like trash. Doesn't that say something about its value?"

Jules turned his frustration towards Morris. "Morris, you couldn't care less about the Sharp family heirloom. You've really hurt my mother. You deserve what's coming to you."

Mrs. Vincent slammed her cane on the floor, her voice sharp. "Jules, the heirloom is yours. If it turns to dust, that's on you for not taking care of it. Don't go blaming others."

Jules looked down, ashamed. "Yes, Mother. I was wrong."

Mrs. Vincent then shifted her gaze to Morris, her stern expression softening. "Nathan, the ring's right there at your feet. If it doesn't mean anything to you, go ahead and crush it if it'll calm your anger."

Jules was stunned. "Mother..."

Jackson protested, "Mother, that's a Sharp family treasure! Why let him destroy it?"

Morris looked at the elderly woman, his face unreadable. Mrs. Vincent approached him slowly, leaning on her cane. "I've seen everything today. I know you're disappointed in the Sharp family..."noveldrama

She paused, her voice breaking.

"Jules is old and a bit confused. I hope you can forgive him."

Morris replied, "Whether I forgive him or not doesn't really matter."

Tears filled Mrs. Vincent's eyes. "Please, don't say that. Jules has always been loyal and kind. I don't know why he's so hard on you..."

Morris's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Mrs. Vincent's humble plea made him uneasy. He had a gut feeling she might have figured out who he really was.

He quickly searched his memory for

what he knew about Mrs. Vincent,

recalling that she was always described as rational, wise, and exceptionally perceptive.

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Morris clenched his fists, feeling uneasy. If she recognized him, things could get complicated.

Suddenly, Morris bent down, picked up the ring, and handed it to the old lady. "The ring belongs to you."

The old lady sighed, "At my age, came into this world with nothing and will leave with nothing. This ring was the Sharp family heirloom. Whoever holds it is the rightful head of the Sharp family."

"Since the ring ended up with you, maybe it's meant to be yours. Why not take it, and don't look down on it?"

Morris asked, "But you just said whoever holds the ring is the head of the Sharp family?"

"That's always been the rule," the old lady replied, watching Morris closely.

Jackson protested strongly, "Mother,

you're mistaken. How can an outsider be the head of the Sharp

family? Take the ring back before

people start talking."