The Hidden Supreme Son-in-Law

Chapter 003

Kael looked calmly at the old lady and said, “No, Grandma. It’s not a toy… that’s a Soul Bell. It was used by monks during the Transcendent Era to calm the mind, purify spaces, and deepen meditation.”

Several people immediately stopped laughing.

Kael continued, his tone still casual but with a hidden sharpness, “I noticed you meditate a lot and take yoga classes. I thought—if everyone’s giving jewelry and flashy gifts, that’s too predictable. I wanted to give something that could actually bring peace to the soul.”

“But if you’d rather call it a toy… maybe it’s just because you can’t understand the value of peace.”

Agatha’s face flushed red with anger.

How dare this bastard insult her while telling such an obvious lie?!

Did he really expect her to believe it was a Soul Bell?

It must’ve been some piece of junk he found at a secondhand store.

She doubted it was even worth a hundred dollars.

Furious, she grabbed the bell and raised it in the air, ready to smash it on the ground. Trash like this didn’t belong here!

But before she could throw it, a middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd.

He wore a charcoal-grey suit, round glasses, and a small phoenix-shaped pin on his chest—the symbol of the National Antique Collectors Association.

It was Jason Mrazy, a prominent figure in the world of antique collectibles.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Agatha… would you mind if I examined that object for a moment?”

Everyone turned toward him.

Agatha frowned in confusion, “Why are you interested in this junk, Mr. Mrazy?”

Jason replied calmly, “As someone who’s spent a lifetime in the antique industry, I’ve seen hundreds of historical items—and I can usually tell real from fake. And when I saw that bell, I had a feeling it might be authentic. That’s why I’d like to take a closer look.”

Agatha nodded and handed the bell over. Jason was an important guest—they couldn’t afford to offend him.

Of course, Agatha still believed he was mistaken. There was no way this thing was anything but trash.

But after a few moments of careful examination, Jason’s eyes widened. His voice trembled as he muttered, “N-No way… This is the real Soul Bell from the Transcendent Era. Made from a sacred alloy, forged by high-ranking spiritual monks. There are fewer than four known to exist in the world…”

The room fell completely silent.

Jason continued in a serious tone, “Its market value could exceed seven hundred thousand dollars. If it went to auction, it could fetch up to one and a half million. But its historical and spiritual value… far surpasses even that. This isn’t just a gift. It’s an artifact.”

Faces froze. The whole hall felt like it had been struck by lightning.

Evelyne’s cousin—the one who’d mocked Kael—now stared at the floor, her cheeks burning red.

One woman dropped her champagne glass without even realizing it. Grace looked like she had lost the ability to speak.

Evelyne sat in stunned silence—her eyes locked onto the small bronze bell, then shifted to Kael’s calm face, still standing there with one hand in his pocket.

“K-Kael…” she whispered. “Where… where did you even get something like that?”

Kael gave a lazy shrug.

“Someone said it looked like a cow bell earlier… Turns out, it’s a cow bell that costs more than a villa.”

Meanwhile, Agatha, still looking shocked, asked, “Are you absolutely certain this is a real Soul Bell, Mr. Mrazy?”

Jason nodded without hesitation. “I’m certain, Mrs. Agatha. It’s intact, its spiritual engravings are still sharp. And look—Sanskrit mantras carved on the inside. This is no replica. It’s 100% authentic.”

He handed the bell back to her and said,

“A gift like this isn’t just an object. It’s history, spirituality, and deep intention. Only someone who truly understands the meaning of inner peace would give such a thing.”

At this point, Agatha wore a complicated expression. How could this useless man have gotten his hands on something like this?

Did he steal it?

Or maybe he conned some antique dealer?

Yes, that had to be it!

Her voice sharp and eyes narrowing, she stared up at Kael.

“So, you expect us to believe that you—someone with no job, no business, no name—could just go out and buy something worth one and a half million dollars?”

“Don’t play games with me,” she barked. “Did you… steal it?”

Heads in the room began nodding in agreement.

That had to be it—Kael must’ve stolen it.

There was no way he could afford a gift that rare and expensive.

He had to be a thief or a scammer.

But Kael simply smiled—not arrogantly, but with the quiet smile of someone who’d spent far too long being underestimated… and had grown too patient to be provoked.

He looked directly into Agatha’s eyes and said, calmly but clearly, “Accusations without proof are how weak people comfort themselves when reality doesn’t match their assumptions.”

He took a slow step forward, then stood right in front of Agatha’s table.

“I’m not surprised you find this hard to believe. I would too… if someone I always looked down on suddenly proved that all my judgment was just a reflection of my own pride.”

Agatha clenched her jaw but said nothing.

Kael went on, voice steady, “I didn’t steal this bell, Grandma. I didn’t need to. I gave it… because I wanted to. Because I respect you.”

He smiled gently, and gave her a small, polite bow.

“But if respect is mistaken for deception simply because it comes from someone you never valued… maybe the real question isn’t who I am, but who’s doing the judging.”

Silence once again filled the room.

Some guests were stunned, others embarrassed, and many simply looked at Kael with growing curiosity.

Agatha said nothing. For the first time that night, something unusual appeared on her face—doubt.

A doubt not about Kael… but about herself.

Had she been wrong about him all along?