Millionaire’s Son Humiliates Their Gardener, Then Fires Him. He Wasn't Ready For What Was Going To Happen Next

The Secret in the Soil
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Arthur spent 35 loyal years tending the gardens of Jared’s estate, becoming more like family than staff. But after Jared passed, his arrogant son Stuart inherited everything—and fired Arthur in a fit of rage. Quietly, Arthur returned to one special spot in the garden, unaware it held a secret that would change everything. What he uncovered beneath the soil got Stuart arrested...

Memories at the Garden's Entrance
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Arthur paused at the entrance of the garden, lost in thought. The scents of blooming roses and freshly cut grass reminded him of the years he spent working beside Jared. To him, each plant had a story, and he nurtured them with care. Those memories were of laughter and friendship with Jared, who saw him as more than just a gardener. Arthur sighed, knowing those days were gone.

An Unexpected Confrontation
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Just as Arthur was about to leave, Stuart stormed into the garden with fire in his eyes. "You still here?" Stuart spat, his voice echoing angrily. "This is my property now, and I don’t want you near it!" He pointed towards the gate as if swatting a fly. Arthur stood his ground, his heart aching as he looked at Jared’s son, who was nothing like him.

A Quiet Reminder
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Calmly, Arthur spoke, "Stuart, your father always said this garden would be my home." His voice remained steady, trying to reach the humanity in Stuart. Arthur recalled Jared's promises like a string of pearls in his mind, each one precious. Yet, Stuart seemed untouched by his words, the kindness of the past lost on him. He dismissed Arthur’s words as if they were nothing.

A Vicious Display
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Without a shred of hesitation, Stuart walked over to Arthur’s tools, a lifetime of dedication laid out before him. "These are nothing but junk now," he sneered, grabbing them recklessly. With a twisted grin, Stuart tossed them onto the driveway. The clattering echoed, a harsh reminder of his disregard. Arthur watched the tools scatter, symbols of his years of labor, now treated like trash.