Yaqub stared at the ring on Ruth's palm wide-eyed as recognition flashed in his dark eyes. For a minute, he didn't understand how to react to that.
He recalled himself to blink once then twice before he hurriedly reached for that ring. Ruth watched the man picking up the rig from her open palm before he began inspecting it with many emotions swirling on his face.
Yaqub's eyes were still wide and if Ruth wasn't wrong then his hands were slightly shivering as he held that ring in his hand.
"G-Gerald... L-Livingstone? My frined!" He blurted out as the memories from ages ago fastened in front of his eyes.
"That's my father."
Yaqub's head snapped up to look at Ruth. He observed her carefully and realised that she didn't share many resemblances to her father yet, now that she had said it, he realised why she drew his attention in the first place.
Yaqub's shocked eyes ran over her from head to toe, as he took in her form.
