180: The Ring from the Past

In the dim light of her study, Emma examined the ring, its history interwoven with her own. The door creaked open, and Collins, hesitant yet determined behind his glasses, stepped inside. "Miss Emma," Collins began, his voice betraying a hint of unease, "this ring... it's more than just metal and stone to you, isn't it?" Emma's gaze remained fixed on the ring. "It's a legacy, Collins. A piece of my mother's spirit. Alex's indifference to its value... it's unforgivable." Collins shifted uncomfortably. "He... might not understand its significance as you do." Emma's laugh was cold. "Understanding has little to do with respect, Collins. But, thank you for returning it to me." Later, Emma found herself in quiet conversation with her brother, Wayne, in the garden. Their shared pain and purpose hung in the air like the fragrance of the night blooms. "Emma, this isn't just about a ring, is it?" Wayne's voice was soft but firm. Emma sighed, a mixture of resolve and sorrow i