CHAPTER 6 : A LEGACY THAT BURNS OLD WOUNDS

Feynman nodded and left at a brisk pace. He returned to Fernando.

"Mr. Fernando, congratulations. You have officially inherited the W Group!"

Moments later, Sherry walked into the office with a warm smile on her face. "Congratulations, Mr. Fernando," she said, looking at him meaningfully.

Fernando smiled bitterly. "Congratulations? What am I supposed to be happy for? My grandfather just ruined my life. Should I thank him for calming me down? Besides, who knows what he'll do when he's in a bad mood?"

Sherry looked at him silently, then said softly, "Still, I think you deserve congratulations. The South Lenoten branch is the strongest in our company, and now you're its president. That means there will be many great opportunities for you in the future."

Fernando just smiled blandly. Sherry tried to calm him down. "Mr. Fernando, don't be too disappointed. I don't think your grandfather is someone who acts impulsively. I'm willing to help you demonstrate your abilities and solidify your position as an outstanding heir."

"Never mind." Fernando waved a hand, sighing. "I'm not interested in the Quinn family."

Sherry smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, I may have said too much."

She immediately looked down apologetically, and unconsciously made her cleavage visible to Fernando. The man immediately looked away, trying to keep his gaze polite. He then looked for an excuse to change the subject.

"It shouldn't be difficult, right, to handle my wife's company matters?"

Sherry nodded quickly. "I've taken care of it, sir."

After that, she took out two bank cards and handed them to Fernando. One was gold-colored, the other was an elegant-looking jet black.

"This black card is a VIP card from Citizen Bank, with a deposit of one billion dollars. The president asked me to hand it to you directly," Sherry said. "While this gold card is exclusively for big customers at Bank B's branch in City B. With this card, you can deposit one hundred million every year. You can also take your wife to see Mr. Lewin at Bank B if you want to apply for a loan."

Fernando accepted the two cards without hesitation. He stared at them for a long time, his lips thinning. The veins in his hands and feet seemed to tighten. All the hatred and anger he had been harboring seemed to explode, but also began to subside. He was too tired to hold a grudge. A billion was nothing, just a small compensation for the pride that had been trampled on.

"Okay. Then, I'll leave first," he said flatly.

"Wait, Mr. Fernando!" Sherry held him back with a soft voice. "Dragon Bay Villa is officially in your name now. Mr. Louis and Mrs. Mordona Walson, the people who used to treat you well, are currently there. Your grandfather has also prepared some cars for you. You can move in at any time."

Fernando was silent for a moment, then frowned. "Give me the car keys. I want to see Mr. Louis and Mrs. Mordona."

He remembered the past, when he was still bullied by the Quinn family. When everyone treated him like trash, only those two people showed her affection. Mr. Louis often helped him heal his wounds, while Mrs. Mordona secretly brought him food when no one was looking.

To Fernando, they were more than just adoptive parents, they were his true family.

"Maserati or Porsche?" asked Sherry politely.

"The regular one," Fernando replied simply.

He chose the Mercedes-Benz S65, then left the W Group building and drove to Dragon Bay Villa.

When he arrived, Louis and Mordona were waiting out front. They enthusiastically welcomed Fernando's arrival.

"Mr. Fernando!"

As soon as his car stopped in front of the villa, a middle-aged couple ran up to him. Their eyes were red, tears falling as they watched him get out of the car.

Fernando held his breath, his chest tight with emotion. "Mr. Louis, Mrs. Mordona... I missed you so much."

The sound broke in her throat.

They hugged each other for a long time. After calming down, they sat and talked in the living room. Louis made Fernando a bowl of warm herbal soup, just like before, just like when he still had no one.

After eating together, Fernando said goodbye. It was almost evening, and he had to go back. There was another obligation waiting for him, making dinner at home. Otherwise, his mother-in-law would scold him again.

Sure enough, just minutes after he left the villa, his cell phone rang. The name that appeared on the screen made Fernando take a deep breath.

"Yes, ma'am," he answered softly.

Xiomara's voice exploded from the other side of the line. "I told you to go home, but you went out! Look at the time! Why haven't you cooked yet? Do you want me to starve, huh?"

Fernando was silent, his eyes staring blankly ahead.

His mother-in-law wasn't done yet. "And why did you only send two hundred and fifty today? You know you have to leave in three days, but that's all the money? Are you deliberately trying to make me sick?"

Fernando sighed softly. He tried to explain patiently. "Mom, I took today off, so there's no daily salary. But last month I still had over three thousand dollars. Why did only two hundred and fifty come in? Did you miscalculate?"

"How dare you accuse me of lying?!" Xiomara snapped.

Fernando held himself back. "That's not it, ma'am. Please send me the screenshot, I'll ask the company."

"No need! If I don't see the three thousand dollars today, you don't have to come back home!"

The phone was immediately hung up.

Moments later, a message arrived on his cell phone. Fernando glanced at it, only two hundred and fifty dollars.

He massaged his temples. It wasn't the money, that amount meant nothing to him now. But the humiliation piling up in his chest made his breathing difficult.

"What the hell..." he muttered softly.

He hurried to the office where he worked.

As soon as he entered the building, some of his colleagues immediately greeted him with ridicule.

"Hahaha, isn't that Fernando? Didn't you get fired by the manager? Why did you come again? Want to ask Mr. Zick for mercy? Forget it, he was very angry that time!"

Fernando was surprised. "What? Fired? When?"

An older man, Mr. Hugo, looked at him with concern. "Fernando, didn't anyone tell you?"

Fernando shook his head. "No, Mr. Hugo. Why was I fired?"

Mr. Hugo let out a long sigh, seemingly reluctant to answer.

Suddenly, there was a loud voice from inside the room. "You damaged a client's property and almost got into a fight with him! The client filed a complaint, and I almost lost my job because of you!"

Fernando turned his head sharply towards the source of the voice, Mr. Zick, the manager who fired him.

His colleagues began whispering, spreading gossip in low but clearly audible tones.

"I heard he saw his wife in a hotel... with another man."

"What a pity, huh? He was betrayed too."

Fernando clenched his fists, his blood boiling. "Bullshit!" he shouted.

He stared at them with angry eyes. "You can insult me, but don't ever demonize my wife! She's innocent!"

Mr. Zick smiled sarcastically. "Oh yeah? Then what are you going to do? Call the police to arrest me?"

Fernando looked at him sharply, his voice lowered but full of pressure. "You might not go to jail, but since you've fired me for no reason, I'll make sure you lose your job."