Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 1000

Mrs. Vincent watched Morris’s tall, upright figure as he walked away. Even though his body was marked by disability, there was a quiet pride in the way he carried himself—nothing about him looked defeated.

In that moment, something clicked for the old lady. She let out a long sigh, realizing it was her own narrow-mindedness that had clouded her judgment all this time.

She’d always thought that Morris’s physical limitations meant his spirit must be limited too—either timid or insecure. So, she’d lavished her grandmotherly affection on the other grandchildren, barely sparing a thought for him.

She had never seen it before, but now it was obvious: Morris might be frail, but his heart was brighter and stronger than anyone else’s.

Regret and frustration twisted inside her, and she knew exactly where those feelings came from—her own treatment of Morris.

“Arthur, go and bring your brother Lincoln back,” she said, her voice trembling with anxiety. “And while you’re at it, make sure he understands exactly why Vincent Corporation lost to Stewart Enterprises. Spell it out for him. Tell him to look at the big picture, not just listen to one side, and definitely not to get stubborn and mess up the company’s future.”

With those words, the old lady walked away, her steps heavy with resignation.

By evening, Jules and his brothers had come home.

Arthur had been waiting at the door for ages. As soon as he spotted them, he rushed over, nerves written all over his face.

“Lincoln, Dad, Uncle,” Arthur greeted them one by one.

Jules, who’d always been fond of his accomplished nephew, smiled. “Arthur, you’re waiting for us—something important on your mind?”

Arthur shot a glance toward the inner courtyard and nodded, his face dark.

“Grandma asked me to wait for you. She wants me to tell you something.”

Jules and his brothers settled onto the living room sofas, lounging comfortably. Jules picked up his tea and took a lazy sip. “Go on then.”

Even Jules, a man who’d seen more than his share of the world, was left speechless.

“Are you sure you’re not just making him out to be some kind of supervillain?” Jules still couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that the thin, wheelchair-bound boy he’d dismissed could have such hidden strength.

Arthur gave a wry smile. “Lincoln, you know me. I’m the last person who’d want a family member outshining me.”

Arthur wasn’t like Jackson. Jackson had ambition but tried to hide it. Arthur, on the other hand, wore his ambition on his sleeve—always working, always fighting for more.

Jules sat in silence for a long time, clearly shaken.

He’d always prided himself on reading people at a glance. The first time he laid eyes on Morris, he thought he had him pegged—a cripple, obsessed with chasing fame and fortune. Now, he wasn’t so sure.