Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

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..."

protested, "Mother, that's a Sharp family treasure! Why let him

Mrs. Vincent approached him slowly, leaning on her cane. "I've seen everything today. I know you're disappointed

her

a bit confused. I

him or

say that. Jules has always been loyal and kind. I don't know why he's so hard

was a whirlwind of emotions. Mrs. Vincent's humble plea made him uneasy. He had a gut feeling

searched his

he knew

described as rational, wise,

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clenched his fists, feeling uneasy. If she recognized him,

and handed it to the old lady.