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!

Gabe was startled. He instinctively released his grip on Stella’s arm.

Mr. Kesler took a step forward. The sound of his wooden cane hitting the ceramic floor was sharp and piercing.

He stood tall, his chest out as if the weight of age that had stooped his back had vanished. His once-dull old eyes now glared at Gabe with a gaze as sharp as an eagle’s zeroing in on its prey.

“Since when does Kesler and Partners hire street thugs as senior associates?”

Mr. Kesler asked, his tone cold and measured. Gabe froze.

His eyes widened. The name of the law firm was pronounced with a very specific intonation, one that a common person wouldn’t know.

Kesler and Partners was his workplace, one of the most prestigious law firms in the country.

“How do you know the name of my firm?”

Gabe stammered. His arrogance was beginning to crumble.

Mr. Kesler didn’t answer. He slowly adjusted the collar of his worn plaid shirt.

Then, with a calm but meaningful gesture, he ran his fingers through his white hair, pushing it back. His face was now clearly visible under the lights of the courthouse lobby.

The firm jawline, the aquiline nose, and the distinctive mole under his left eye were all clearly visible. Leo, Gabe’s colleague standing behind him, suddenly went rigid.

The briefcase he was holding slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor with a thud.

“Leo, what’s wrong with you?”

Gabe turned, confused by his colleague’s sudden pale and ghost-like appearance. Leo’s body was trembling violently.

His eyes were fixed on Mr. Kesler’s face with a look of horror mixed with extraordinary awe.

“Boss,”

Leo whispered, his voice choked, pointing at Mr. Kesler with a trembling finger.

“Boss, Gabe, look closely. Look closely!”

“What am I looking at?”

Gabe shouted, annoyed. He turned back to look carefully at the old man in front of him.

It was then that time seemed to stand still for Gabe. His eyes scanned the old face.

His memory flew to a giant, six-foot-tall oil painting that hung majestically in the main lobby of Kesler and Partners—the painting of the firm’s founder, the living legend of the legal world. He was the god of justice whose books were required reading for every law student in the country.

The figure Gabe had always idolized, whose photo he kept on his desk for motivation, but whom he had never met in person because the legend had long since retired and withdrawn from public life. The face before him, though older and thinner than in the painting, was the same face.

The blood drained from Gabe’s face instantly. His face, once red with anger, now turned as white as a sheet of paper.

His legs felt weak like jelly. Cold sweat as large as beads of corn began to form on his forehead.

His heart, which had been pounding with emotion, now throbbed with sheer terror.

“Mr. Kesler?”

Gabe whispered, his voice almost inaudible, swallowed by an overwhelming fear. Mr. Kesler smiled faintly, but it wasn’t the kind smile from the bus.

It was the cold smile of a supreme judge ready to deliver a death sentence.

“It seems your eyes aren’t completely blind, Gabe Mendoza,”

Mr. Kesler said calmly, using Gabe’s full name with precision.

“I thought you had forgotten the face of the founder of the place where you make your living.”

The Trial of Integrity and Final Liberation

Gabe’s world collapsed in an instant. His knees trembled so badly that he had to grab the back of a chair to keep from falling.

The scruffy-looking old man he had insulted as a vagrant, whom he had called smelly, whom he had tried to kick out like a dog, was Professor Arthur Kesler—the sole owner of the law firm where he worked. He was the person who held absolute control over his career and his future.

Stella, standing beside Mr. Kesler, watched the drastic change in confusion. She saw her husband, who moments ago was as fierce as a lion, now shrink into a terrified mouse.

“Gabe, what’s wrong?”

Stella asked innocently, not understanding the situation. Gabe couldn’t answer.

His tongue was paralyzed, his throat tight. Leo, being the first to react, immediately bowed deeply, almost at a 90-degree angle to Mr. Kesler.

His posture was filled with exaggerated fear and respect.

“I’m so sorry, Professor. I—I didn’t recognize you in those clothes! Please forgive my rudeness, Professor. I was just brought here by Gabe. I don’t know anything!”

Leo stammered in a panic, trying to immediately wash his hands of the situation to save himself. Mr. Kesler didn’t glance at Leo.

His gaze remained fixed on Gabe, who was still petrified with his mouth agape.

“You said your wife is an embarrassment because she takes the bus?”