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..."

that's a Sharp family treasure!

him slowly, leaning on her cane. "I've seen everything today.

her voice

old and a bit confused.

him or

eyes. "Please, don't say that. Jules has always been

Vincent's humble plea made him uneasy. He had a gut feeling she might have figured out who

quickly searched his memory

he knew about Mrs.

was always described as rational,

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

ring, and handed it

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