Chapter 8

Isaac

I look at all the rings bought by our jeweller. I lean back on the chair and eye jeweller's timid figure.

“This shit you call the masterpiece?" I asked calmly. All the rings he showed are nothing else just pieces of shit.

“You didn't like it, sir?" He asked, petrified. I give him a straight face.

Who would even like this shit?

“I will bring a new set, for you sir." He instantly offers.

“No need. You can leave." I mutter, vexed by his collection of rings.

“But sir, Senior Rodriguez has ordered me to have you get finalized a ring today only." I glare at him. He gets the idea and starts packing his rings to leave.

Now dad is urging for a ring. Has his anger come down? Yesterday night he was throwing tantrums about how I am going against my grandfather's promise.

I know if grandfather was alive today he would agree with this, since I am his one and only grandson. Besides, grandfather wanted an alliance with his best friend's family and Roxanne is their daughter.

At first I agreed fo