Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 1001

But later, Morris turned down the job Jules offered, refused the money, and even rejected the housekeeper Jules had arranged for him. Suddenly, Jules realized he couldn’t read Morris at all.

He started to wonder if he’d been wrong about Morris from the beginning—maybe Morris really was the kind of person who didn’t care about fame or fortune.

But then Arthur mentioned Morris’s stunning talent, and Jules felt even more lost. If Morris was truly indifferent to ambition, why work so hard to be so gifted? If he didn’t care about power, why was he so tangled up with the four great families?

A wave of anxiety swept over Jules. The confidence he’d always relied on felt like it was slipping away, grains of sand trickling through his fingers. For the first time, the unpredictability of the world made him uneasy.

“I’ll go talk to him. He’s still a Sharp, after all—he must have some loyalty to the family. If he’s willing to back you, it’s only a matter of time before Vincent Corporation takes over Stewart Enterprise,” Jules said, his voice heavy with fatigue.

Arthur’s eyes lit up with hope. If Lincoln could convince Morris to help him, then nothing was out of reach.

Lincoln grinned. “If Nathan and Arthur team up, start their own business, the Sharp family could easily take over the Capital’s tech scene.”

They were all delighted—after all, the family saw Morris as a brilliant advisor, never a threat to their power. His talents only made them stronger.

That evening, Jules returned to his own villa. Unlike before, he didn’t rush back to his study or bedroom. Instead, he lingered in the corridor, looking toward Morris’s room. A soft, muted glow shone behind the sheer curtains, and through them, Jules could see Morris moving around, completely at ease.

His daily life hadn’t faltered one bit because of his disability. He’d brew himself a cup of coffee, then sit at his computer, typing out code that Jules couldn’t even begin to understand.

Morris’s clothes were always spotless, his hair perfectly styled, his pale skin giving him an almost aristocratic elegance.

Jules laughed quietly, mostly at himself.

He’d once hoped that, without a maid to look after him, Morris would get sloppy, and then Morris would have no choice but to rely on him.

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