Jules was stunned by Mrs. Vincent''s generous gratitude towards Greta for saving her life. Thevish reward could significantly boost Greta''s social standing. While saving a life certainly warrants a grand gesture of thanks, Morris''sment, "Greta and thedy''s meeting wasn''t just happenstance," made Jules skeptical about Greta''s intentions in getting close to Mrs. Vincent.


    "Hey, Head Butler, could you let thedy know we should hold off on the ceremony to adopt Greta as her goddaughter? I need to sort out a few things first."


    The head butler chuckled, "Is Mr. Jules questioning Ms. Nellie''s reasons for cozying up to thedy?"


    Jules nodded, "Yeah, I am."


    The head butler went on, "Since Ms. Nellie started staying with the Sharp family, she''s been nothing but devoted to thedy-keeping herpany, serving tea, and all that. She even politely turns down most of thedy''s gifts, staying pretty humble. Thedy''s really taken a liking to her."


    Jules replied, "There are rumors that Jackson isn''t mom''s biological kid. I didn''t buy it at first, but now I''m starting to think there might be something to it."


    "So, when he suggested that Greta''s meeting with my mom was all nned out, I couldn''t just brush it off."


    The head butler raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Who is this guy, some kind of mind reader?"


    Jules chuckled, “Just a young guy. We haven''t verified his story yet, so I''m not taking it too seriously."


    The head butler nodded, "Got it."


    After the head butler left, Jules sat in thought for a long time. Then, suddenly, he got up and headed out the door quickly.


    At the Stewart Estate.


    Jules arrived at the Stewart Estate right around midday. Morris and Lincoln were deeply engrossed in a game of chess.


    Morris nced up, saw Jules, and Jules gave a quick shush gesture before sneaking up behind Lincoln.


    Lincoln was intensely focused, clutching a bishop, unsure of his next move.


    Jules suddenly burst outughing, "Ha! Lincoln, what''s going on? You used to be a chess whiz. Are you so stuck you''re about to squash a fly with that frown?"


    "Your skills have really slipped. Have all thesezy years made you slow?"


    Hearing Jules''s voice, Lincoln looked up, beaming, "Hey, Jules, you made it!"


    After greeting each other, Lincoln shot back, "Don''t justugh at me. I''ll have you know, it''s not that I''ve lost


    my touch or gotten slower, but that my opponent here is ridiculously good."


    Lincoln tossed his chess piece the board and got up, "Come on, Jules, take a turn against Nathan.


    when you''re losing."


    Let''s see if you''re stillugh the nea


    Jules rolled his eyes, "Alright, I''ll y. Even if fose, I won''t lose as badly as you did. Look at your board-al your pieces are gone. Talk about


    embarrassing."


    Jules sat across from Morris and started setting up the chessboard.


    Morris calmly reset the pieces, radiating a serene vibe, like he was above the hustle and bustle of the world.


    Once everything was ready, Morris invited, "Go ahead, your move."


    Jules jumped right in, confidently cing his first piece.


    Morris, chatting as he yed, asked, "Any news yet?"


    Jules, ying along, replied, "You nailed one thing."


    Morris corrected him, "It''s not that I got just one thing right; rather, you''ve only managed to dig up one piece of the puzzle in this short time."


    Jules, a bit sheepish, admitted, "You''re right. I''ll keep looking into the other two things."