Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Jules' face, usually so composed and refined, was now a canvas of hesitation and inner turmoil.

Being in the later years of his life, he had always shared a close bond with his mother. Yet, the revelation that his youngest brother wasn't actually related by blood was a shock he never saw coming. Should he decide to dig into his brother's origins, it could potentially tip off his brother and create a rift in the family.

"Mr. Rowland, what you've told me today is incredibly significant. I'll look into it thoroughly and get back to you with what I find," Jules assured, his voice steady but his mind racing.

Morris gave a slight nod, acknowledging the weight of the conversation.

Jules almost lost his footing as he left the room, the gravity of the situation pressing down on him.

At the Sharp family estate, Jules returned home looking visibly shaken and retreated into his room for a long time. Once he had sorted through his thoughts, he summoned the family's longtime butler for an in-depth, private chat.

"How long have you been with our family, Butler?" Jules asked.

"Jules, thanks to your family's generosity, I've served the Sharp family for forty- four years," the butler replied.

"You've done an excellent job," Jules acknowledged, though his mind was clearly elsewhere. He suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp and probing. "The Sharp family has four children. Besides me, who doesn't have any heirs, which of the other three do you think could take the reins of Vincent Corporation?"

"Jules, you're still in good health. It's a bit early

pressed on, "What do

eyes widened in alarm. "The youngest? Jackson is still

eyes with the butler. "He's inexperienced now, but he's bright. With the right

Corporation, what about after him? His only

softly. "You don't seem too optimistic about the

best for the Sharp family,"

been by my mother's side for years; you must know her well. There's something I need to clarify with you. Do you recall anything

was clearly

Seconds stretched into minutes.

it's been a long time. My memory isn't perfect. I vaguely recall it was a stormy night. The matriarch stayed up late at the old mansion, and

out a laugh, but it was hollow, devoid

"Hmph," he snorted.

it was being swept by a biting wind, leaving