The day Stuart fired him, Arthur didn’t argue. He’d seen it coming—the way Stuart had dismissed others, the way he’d sneered at the gardens his father had cherished. Arthur had stayed only for Eli, his grandson, who needed stability after losing his parents. But when Stuart humiliated him with false accusations, Arthur knew it was time to go.
As he knelt in the garden one last time, his hands, calloused from years of work, hit something solid. Brushing away the dirt, he uncovered a small wooden box. Inside was enough money to change his life—and Eli’s—along with a note in Jared’s handwriting. “You were always family.”
Arthur left the estate that day with more than just his tools. He carried Jared’s legacy—a reminder that kindness outlasts cruelty. And when he later heard Stuart had lost everything, he couldn’t help but feel Jared, somewhere, had planned it exactly this way.
