In a space beyond conception, where time held no dominion and form had never taken root, there was None. Not darkness, for darkness requires light to be absent. Not silence, for silence is the cessation of sound. It was simply the absolute, unyielding absence of anything at all. No light diffused, no shadow stretched, no breath stirred. There was no beginning to recount, no middle to unfold, and no end to anticipate. It was a boundless void, complete in its utter lack, a profound and self-contained emptiness that simply was. This was the tale of None, told in the silent, formless expanse where no tale could ever truly exist. Helen, a 50-year-old woman widowed early in life, accidentally lost her younger son, Edward. She saved diligently to raise her elder son, Oliver, and even bought him a large house. However, she was kicked out of her home by her daughter-in-law, Isabella, who loves dogs as her own life. Thinking she would end up homeless, Helen unexpectedly rescued a cute little boy, Julian. She then had a flash marriage with his grandfather, William, and discovered that her new husband was actually the CEO of a business empire, and the little boy was, in fact, her biological grandson! The family was finally reunited.