THE DISGUSTING SON-IN-LAW WON'T TOLERATE INSULT ANYMORE

Incredible

As the magnificent anniversary celebration wound down, Sebastian Morrison approached Karvel privately, his expression grave and respectful.

"Young Master," Sebastian said quietly, glancing around to ensure they were alone.

 "Miss Hart has informed me of your true identity. I believe it's time you received this."

He pulled out a small velvet box containing a ring unlike anything Karvel had ever seen. 

The metal seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, and intricate symbols were carved into its surface with masterful precision.

"This ring represents your authority," Sebastian explained solemnly.

 "As long as you wear it, anyone under our organization's influence will treat you with the highest respect and honor. Your word will be law."

Karvel accepted the ring, feeling its surprising weight. 

Such a small thing, but it carries so much power.

"Thank you," he said simply, slipping it onto his finger.

As they rejoined the others, Patricia immediately pounced on him like a hungry hawk spotting prey.

"Karvel! What was that all about? Why did Mr. Morrison invite you to this fancy party in the first place?"

"Yeah," Robert added suspiciously.

 "People like him don't just randomly invite nobodies to penthouse celebrations."

I can't reveal everything yet, Karvel thought. 

They're not ready for the truth.

"I saved his daughter from a car accident recently," Karvel explained calmly. 

"She was about to be hit by a truck. I pushed her out of the way."

Patricia's eyes widened like saucers. 

"You saved Sebastian Morrison's daughter? And he threw you this entire party as a reward?"

"That's incredible!" Robert exclaimed. 

"What else did he give you? Money? Business opportunities? Connections?"

Karvel shook his head. 

"I didn't ask for money. I only requested that he host a party for Elena."

The silence that followed was deafening. Then Patricia exploded.

"Are you completely insane?" she shrieked.

 "You had Sebastian Morrison in your debt, and you asked for a PARTY?"

"You could have asked for millions!" Robert's face turned red with frustration. 

"Do you realize how much this man is worth? He could have set us up for life!"

"You're dumber than a turkey voting for Thanksgiving!" Patricia raged.

 "A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you waste it on decorations and cake!"

Elena's younger sister, Lisa, who had been quiet until now, suddenly perked up like a curious ferret. 

"Wait, what's that on your hand?"

All eyes turned to the strange ring on Karvel's finger.

"It's nothing special," Karvel said quickly, but Lisa was already reaching for it.

"Let me see!" she demanded, grabbing his hand.

 "This looks expensive!"

"Lisa, don't—" Elena started, but her sister was already trying to pull the ring off Karvel's finger.

"This is gorgeous!" Lisa gasped, examining the unusual metal and intricate designs.

 "Look at these symbols! This isn't just jewelry—this is something really valuable!"

"Give it back," Karvel said firmly.

 "It's not yours to take."

"But it's so beautiful!" Lisa whined, clutching the ring like a greedy magpie hoarding shiny objects.

 "Mr. Morrison gave this to you too, didn't he? Come on, share with family!"

Patricia's eyes lit up with avarice.

 "Lisa's right! If Morrison gave you that ring, it must be worth a fortune! You should sell it and split the money with the family!"

"Absolutely not," Karvel replied coldly. 

"That ring has special meaning. It's not something to be sold or shared."

"Special meaning?" Robert scoffed.

 "It's a piece of jewelry! Don't be such a selfish pig about it!"

"I'm warning you," Karvel's voice carried a dangerous edge.

 "That ring represents something you don't understand. If you insist on keeping it, you'll bring serious trouble on yourself."

Lisa laughed like a hyena spotting wounded prey. 

"Trouble? From a ring? You're being ridiculous! What's the worst that could happen?"

"You really don't want to find out," Karvel said quietly.

"Oh please," Patricia rolled her eyes. 

"You're acting like it's some kind of magical artifact. It's just a fancy ring that a rich man gave you!"

"Give it back to him, Lisa," Elena said firmly.

 "If Karvel says it's important, then it's important."

"No way!" Lisa clutched the ring tighter. 

"This family has been poor for too long! If we can sell this thing, we might actually be able to pay off some debts!"

"You don't understand what you're dealing with," Karvel warned again, his patience wearing thin.

"I understand perfectly!" Lisa snapped. 

"I understand that you're being a greedy little weasel, hoarding valuable gifts while the rest of us struggle!"

"Fine," Karvel said with cold finality. 

"Keep it. But don't say I didn't warn you."