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!

Mr. Kesler asked, his voice soft but piercing.

“I also took the bus today. Does that mean I’m an embarrassment to you as well?”

Gabe shook his head weakly. Tears of fear began to well up in his eyes.

“No, no, Professor. No, that’s not what I meant. I swear I didn’t know it was you! I swear, Professor, if I had known it—”

“If you had known it was me, you would have kissed my feet, is that it?”

Mr. Kesler interrupted sharply.

“But because you thought I was a poor person, you felt you had the right to trample on me. Is that the mentality of the lawyers I’ve trained at my firm?”

Mr. Kesler’s voice rose at the end of the sentence, echoing in the room. Gabe felt as if he had been struck by lightning on a clear day.

If Professor Kesler testified against him, it would all be over. There wasn’t a judge in the country who would dare to contradict the credibility of an Arthur Kesler.

Not only would he lose the divorce hearing, but Gabe’s career as a lawyer would also be shattered. His name would be blacklisted throughout the entire legal community.

“Professor, please don’t do this!”

Gabe suddenly dropped to his knees on the cold lobby floor, his pride completely destroyed. He hugged Mr. Kesler’s legs, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I’m begging you, Professor! My career, my future—don’t destroy me, Professor! I’ll withdraw the petition. I’ll cancel the divorce. I’ll go back to Stella! Please, Professor!”

The scene was truly pathetic and at the same time satisfying for anyone watching. Gabe, who had arrived like a king just moments ago, was now begging at the feet of the person he had insulted.

Stella looked away. She couldn’t bear to watch, but she also felt disgusted by her husband’s insincerity.

Gabe was pleading not out of love for his wife, but out of fear of becoming poor and losing his position. Mr. Kesler looked down coldly at Gabe groveling at his feet.

He was unmoved. He slowly shifted his foot, breaking free from Gabe’s grasp.

“It’s too late for theatrics, Gabe,”

Mr. Kesler said coldly.

“You’re begging not because you regret hurting your wife, but because you’re afraid of losing your world. Your wife deserves her freedom today. She deserves to be free from a leech like you.”

“Get up. Don’t humiliate yourself further. We’re going to finish this in front of the judge like a man, as a man responsible for his actions should.”

Mr. Kesler then turned to Stella, extending his wrinkled but steady hand.

“Come on, Stella. Let’s go inside. Don’t be afraid. Justice is on your side.”

Stella took the offered hand, her eyes filled with tears of emotion. She walked into the hearing room with her head held high, accompanied by the legal legend.

Meanwhile, Gabe, with faltering steps and an empty soul, dragged his feet behind them into the courtroom, which was about to become the tomb of his own arrogance. Hearing room number three felt much colder and more oppressive than usual.

The faded white walls and rows of long wooden benches were silent witnesses to the tension hanging in the air. At the petitioner’s table, Gabe sat slumped over.

His proud, straight posture was gone. His face was pale, and his eyes stared blankly at the still-empty judge’s bench.

Cold sweat continued to bead on his temples even though the room’s air conditioning was humming loudly. Beside him, Leo, the usually smooth-talking and cunning lawyer, now sat as stiff as a wax figure about to melt.

He didn’t even dare to open his briefcase. Leo knew very well that both of their careers were on the line in this room.

Facing Stella might have been easy, but facing the shadow of the giant behind her was suicide. On the other side, at the respondent’s table, Stella sat calmly.

Her hands were folded in her lap. Next to her sat the figure of Mr. Kesler.

Although he was only wearing a worn plaid shirt and faded dress pants, the aura of dignity he radiated made the simple wooden chair feel like a king’s throne. Mr. Kesler sat upright, both hands resting on his wooden cane.

His eyes were closed for a moment as if he were meditating, waiting for the battle to begin. The bailiff called the court to order.

The side door opened. Three judges in black robes and white ties entered the room.

Everyone present stood up. The presiding judge, a middle-aged man with thick glasses and a stern face, walked to the center chair.

However, as his eyes scanned the room before sitting down, he suddenly paused. The presiding judge’s eyes locked onto the figure of the old man at the respondent’s table.

He squinted, making sure he wasn’t mistaken. A second later, his stern face changed to an expression of shock mixed with extraordinary respect.

He recognized him. It was his former dissertation adviser, a retired Supreme Court justice whose integrity was internationally renowned.

“Professor Kesler?”

The presiding judge murmured, his voice clearly audible in the silent room. The two associate judges also turned in surprise.

Then, instinctively, they slightly inclined their bodies toward the respondent’s table—a gesture of respect rarely seen in a courtroom. Mr. Kesler opened his eyes, smiled faintly, and then gave a calm, dignified nod.

“Please proceed with your noble duty, Your Honor. Consider me not here. I am just an old man accompanying an acquaintance in her search for justice.”

The phrase “Consider me not here” had precisely the opposite effect. Mr. Kesler’s presence completely changed the atmosphere in the room.

The presiding judge swallowed hard, aware that this hearing was being directly supervised by the grandmaster himself. The standard of justice in this room suddenly rose to the highest level.

There would be no room for foul play.

“Very well, Professor. Thank you for your presence. It is an honor for us,”

The presiding judge replied, his voice slightly nervous but polite. He then glared at Gabe, his look seeming to say, “Are you trying to get yourself killed, daring to go against someone protected by him?”

The presiding judge struck the gavel three times.

“The hearing is now in session. Mr. Gabe Mendoza,”

The presiding judge’s voice was grave and authoritative.