DOCTOR’S LEGACY

Chapter 6

Richard had just eaten the most delicious meal of his life, and he made sure to savor every bite.

If this was really a dream, he prayed he would never wake up.

Then Mr. Zoe said, “So now, you should come and get your car.”

Richard bowed and replied, “Thank you.”

Mr. Zoe immediately bowed back. “My lord, these are all your properties. It’s not that I’m giving them to you—they already belong to you.”

Richard gulped and smiled. He didn’t even know how to act like a boss. Together, they walked out, entered a sleek black carry-car owned by Mr. Zoe, and made their way to the showroom with Mr. Zoe driving.

When they arrived, Richard froze at the sight before him. The front of the showroom gleamed like glass under the sun, with tall silver pillars, wide polished doors, and rows of luxury cars lined neatly across the lot..machines he had only seen in magazines and dreams.

He sniffled quietly, his chest tightening. He had never once believed that one day he would stand here, not as a visitor or a passerby, but as a man about to buy his own car.

Just then, Mr. Zoe’s phone buzzed. He frowned, muffled his voice for a second, then turned to Richard.

“Sorry, sir. Something urgent came up. May I pick this call?”

Richard nodded with a small smile. “It’s okay. I will use the time to look around for the car I want to buy. I will be using the premium card you gave me.”

Mr. Zoe exhaled in relief, bowing his head. “Thank you, boss.” He stepped aside, answering the call.

Richard grinned to himself, the kind of grin that comes when life feels too good to be true. With slow, almost trembling steps, he walked into the showroom. The air smelled of leather, polish, and pure wealth. Shiny models of every color stood like beasts waiting to be tamed. 

The moment Richard stepped through the grand glass doors, a chorus of voices rose in unison.

“Welcome to Imperial Motors, sir.”

The staff bowed slightly, their smiles professional but respectful. Richard’s heart skipped. 

He knew this sudden honor was because of the elegant designer suit Mr. Zoe had chosen him that morning.

 If it had been the old days, if he had walked in wearing his rough, everyday clothes, they would have chased him out before he even touched the door handle.

Now, they treated him like royalty.

He nodded stiffly, trying not to show how nervous he felt, then began strolling among the glittering cars.

 His eyes devoured every curve, every polished frame. Suddenly, a memory surged into him, the posters he used to pin above his bed, the videos he would watch endlessly online.

Lamborghini. His favorite.

He swallowed hard, his feet carrying him almost on their own to the sector where the Italian beasts stood. And there it was. 

A Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, painted in a matte electric blue that shimmered under the showroom lights. 

“Wow…” Richard whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. For a second, he forgot to breathe.

Quickly, he waved to one of the staff members. “Excuse me…I would like this one.”

But before the staff could answer, another voice cut across the air.

“Wow… I want this Lamborghini.”

Richard turned, the stranger was pointing at the exact same car he had just chosen. 

The staff, knowing he had chosen the car first, turned to face the stranger, while he kept admiring the machine.

“We are sorry, ma’am. This is the only model remaining. But if you would like, you can make payment now and we will deliver another one latest by tomorrow,” she explained politely.

“Hell no! I want it now,” the woman snapped. Her voice rang across the showroom. “We will pay..my boyfriend will pay. Not in installments, in full!”

Richard froze. His chest went tight, his breath stopped midway. That voice… It was too familiar.

Slowly, he turned his head. And there she was.Fiona. His ex-wife. Standing beside her new lover, Frederick.

The memories hit him all at once—yesterday’s chaos, the beating and the humiliation. His body almost flinched instinctively, though the pain had dulled; the wounds had healed faster than he thought. Mr. Zoe must have done more for him than he realized.

As soon as Fiona’s eyes landed on him, she blinked in surprise. “What—Richard? What are you doing here? Are you okay?” Her voice almost sounded… soft, as if she cared.

Richard clenched his jaw, refusing to answer. Revenge what all he could think of.

She looked him up and down, and her lips curled into a smirk. “I came looking for you, and I couldn’t find you. So tell me… are you alright?”

Richard scoffed under his breath, but before he could speak, Frederick slid closer to her, his voice dripping with disdain. “You went to find him? And now you are asking if he’s okay? Why do you even care?”

The same question flashed through Richard’s mind. 

But Fiona’s smirk only widened. She tilted her head and let out a mocking laugh. “Relax, I’m just teasing him. You should have made him trip so we could laugh at him together.”

Richard’s lips twisted into a cold smile. I thought as much.

Finally, he looked straight at her and said firmly, “I’m not here for you. Pretend we don’t even know each other. And send the divorce papers quickly.”

Fiona raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Oh, so you do remember the divorce papers? Funny. You don’t even need them..you are already out of my life. You useless poor man.”

Richard nodded, calm, almost too calm. If only you knew he was not the same man anymore.

He turned to the staff, ignoring her entirely. “So… when can I get the car?”.

The staff hesitated but answered honestly, “Sir, this model was first requested by you. It is yours.”

“What?” Fiona’s voice rose in disbelief. She turned to the staff. “You mean he’s the one who asked for this car first?”

The staff nodded.

Fiona threw her head back and burst into laughter, the sound cruel and sharp enough to turn heads in the showroom.

“Hahaha… I can’t believe this. So this is the clown you’re refusing to sell the car to us for?”

Frederick even joined in, sneering, “I am so flabbergasted right now. So this poor man is the one who wants to buy the car? How did you even let him in?”

Fiona looked Richard up and down. Seeing how sharp his dressing was, she refused to believe he actually owned it.

“Is it because of the clothes he borrowed,or stole? Is that why you are fooled?”.