For years, Arthur had cared for the estate’s gardens with quiet dedication. Jared, the owner, had been like family to him—unlike his son, Stuart, who returned with a sneer and a sense of entitlement. From the start, Stuart made it clear he had no respect for the staff, least of all Arthur, whom he treated with open contempt.
The estate, once a place of beauty and peace, became a playground for Stuart’s wealthy friends. Gardens were ruined, and longtime employees were dismissed over petty grievances. Arthur held on, thinking of Eli, his grandson, who had already lost too much. But when Stuart accused Eli of vandalism and fired Arthur, the old gardener walked away with his dignity intact.
As he said his silent goodbyes to the gardens, Arthur noticed freshly turned earth near Jared’s favorite rose bushes. Digging, he uncovered a small chest—filled with money, gold, and a note from Jared. “I knew you’d need this one day.”
With Jared’s final gift, Arthur built a new life for himself and Eli. Meanwhile, Stuart’s recklessness cost him the estate. Justice, Arthur thought, had a way of revealing itself—sometimes in the most unexpected places.
