I Helped An Elderly Man On The Bus—He Turned Out To Be A Renowned Law Professor—and My Arrogant Husband Actually Knelt Down In Shock When He Recognized Him!

The figure was an old man in worn clothes with a wooden cane who had been listening silently all along, but who was now looking at Gabe with a strange, cold gaze. Gabe frowned, annoyed by the presence of a stranger spoiling the scene.

He waved his hand at Mr. Kesler as if shooing away a beggar.

“Get out of here, old man! Don’t listen in on important people’s business. This is a private matter, not a free show!”

Gabe yelled rudely. Mr. Kesler remained unfazed, simply shifting the position of his cane calmly and then smiling faintly—a smile full of mystery.

“Please continue, son. I’m enjoying the show. It’s not often I get to see someone digging their own grave with their sharp tongue.”

Gabe stared, his eyes wide with offense.

“What did you say, you decrepit old man who doesn’t know his place? Hey, security! Where are you? How can a vagrant get into the courthouse waiting area? He’s just a nuisance!”

Gabe turned to Leo.

“Leo, call security. Tell them to drag this old man out of here. His smell is distracting me.”

“Gabe!”

Stella exclaimed spontaneously, unable to bear seeing Mr. Kesler humiliated like that. She took a step, shielding Mr. Kesler from her husband’s glare.

“Don’t be rude to your elders! This man helped me on the bus earlier. He’s a good person with far more class than you.”

Gabe burst out laughing at Stella’s defense.

“Ah, so this is your new friend? A vagrant from the city bus? Haha! Oh, Stella, Stella, you’ve really sunk low.”

“Divorced by a top lawyer and now you’re seeking protection from a stinking beggar. Perfect! You two make a great pair, both equally pathetic.”

Leo also laughed mockingly, adjusting his tie with an arrogant gesture.

“Just let it go, boss. It’s not worth stooping to deal with a senile old man. It’s a waste of time. Just force your wife to sign and let’s get this over with.”

Gabe stopped laughing. His face turned fierce again as he glared at Stella, ignoring Mr. Kesler who was still sitting calmly behind.

“Stella, listen, Stella. My patience is gone. Sign now, or I swear that in that courtroom, I will expose all your shameful secrets. I’ll make it so you can never show your face in this city again.”

Stella froze. Her tears streamed down her face.

She felt so small in the face of Gabe’s power. Behind Stella, Mr. Kesler slowly stood up.

His movements were calm but radiated a powerful aura of authority—a stark contrast to his worn clothes.

“Son,”

Mr. Kesler’s voice was deep, resonant, and grave, making Gabe turn instinctively.

“Are you sure you want to continue with this arrogance? I advise you to speak respectfully to your wife and to your elders, because in the legal world you boast about, ethics are paramount.”

Gabe glared at Mr. Kesler, his eyes burning. His emotions peaked at being lectured by someone of a lower class.

“Who do you think you are to give me advice? What do you know about the law? I’m Gabe Mendoza, a skilled attorney from the biggest firm in the city. You’re just dust under my shoe! Get out of my sight before I have the guard drag you away.”

Mr. Kesler just let out a long sigh, shaking his head slowly as if looking at a spoiled, lost child. Gabe had no idea that the shout he had just unleashed was the biggest mistake of his life.

He had just awakened the giant whose portrait he worshiped on his office wall, but whose real face he didn’t recognize. The atmosphere in the courthouse lobby suddenly fell silent, as if all the air had been sucked out by the escalating tension.

Gabe, his pride wounded by the old man’s rebuke, snorted rudely. His hand holding a pen pointed at Mr. Kesler’s face, trembling with suppressed rage on the verge of exploding.

“Listen to me, old man,”

Gabe growled, his eyes blazing with threat.

“I don’t care who you are. If you open your mouth again, I’ll sue you for harassment! This is between me and my wife. Who doesn’t know her place?”

Gabe turned his rage back to Stella. He grabbed her arm roughly, making her cry out in pain.

“Gabe, you’re hurting me!”

Stella whimpered, trying to pull away from his grip.

“Sign it now!”

Gabe shouted, forcing the blue folder against Stella’s chest.

“Don’t expect some prince charming to come and save you. Realize your position, Stella. You are nothing without me!”

“Let her go!”

The voice boomed. It wasn’t from Stella, but from Mr. Kesler.

This time it wasn’t the voice of a frail, weak old man. The voice thundered with authority and a resonant dignity that would make anyone’s courage shrink.