Boss Fires Poor Gardener, Humiliating Him—On His Last Day, He Finds a Buried Box in the Backyard

After the spoiled heir of the estate he’s tended for decades cruelly fired Arthur, the humiliated gardener visited one special garden one last time. As he reminisced, Arthur noticed something strange, leading him to make a life-changing discovery.

I was on my knees in the east garden, hands deep in the cool soil, when Margaret from the kitchen staff rushed over, her face flushed with worry.

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“Arthur, have you heard? Mr. Stuart is coming home today. He’s taking over everything.”

I nodded slowly, carefully placing another bulb into the ground. “Yes, I heard.”

I’d been dreading this day since old Mr. Jared passed. For years, I’d tended these grounds and watched the seasons change from behind my wheelbarrow, pruning shears in hand.

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This estate knew my footprints better than any place on earth. And now Stuart was coming home to claim his inheritance.

“What will happen to us?” Margaret asked, her voice small against the vastness of the estate.

“We do our jobs,” I said simply. “That’s all we can do.”

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What I didn’t say was how my heart ached when I thought about Jared. He wasn’t just my employer — he was my friend.

We’d spent countless hours working side by side in the small garden behind the main house. There, among the climbing roses and stubborn weeds, we’d shared stories, silence, and laughter.

“Grandpa, I finished my homework. Can I help with the planting?”

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Eli, my 14-year-old grandson, stood at the garden’s edge.

Since the accident two years ago that took my daughter and her husband, Eli had been my reason for waking up each morning. He was polite, studious, and hungry for books in a way that amazed me.

“Sure, come on over. We’re putting in the spring bulbs.”

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We worked in comfortable silence until the sound of tires on gravel broke through the morning calm. A sleek car pulled up to the main house and out stepped Stuart.

“Is that him?” Eli whispered.

I nodded, watching as Stuart surveyed the property. It had been many years since I’d last seen him, but he had the same air of arrogance and entitlement as when he was a rude boy who pulled up the irises to spite me.

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“Remember what I told you,” I said quietly. “Be respectful, keep your distance, and—”

“Never let anyone make me feel small,” Eli finished. “I remember, Grandpa.”

The first few weeks with Stuart in charge were worse than I’d imagined.

The staff walked on eggshells as he inspected corners for dust and fired people for minor infractions.

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Where Jared had been kind and thoughtful, his son was impatient and cruel.

“Arthur, isn’t it?” Stuart asked one afternoon, as though we’d never met before. “The gardener my father was so fond of.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, stopping my work to face him.

“These hedges look uneven. And those roses are half dead,” he declared. “My father may have tolerated mediocrity, but I expect excellence.”

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I bit my tongue. “I’ll see to it right away, sir.”

“See that you do.”

As he walked away, I took a deep breath and returned to my pruning. I tried to forget Stuart’s criticism and his pretense at not knowing me, but I was concerned. I couldn’t afford to lose this job.

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The weeks turned into months, and with each passing day, Stuart’s parties grew louder, and his friends grew more reckless.

They’d roar through the gardens in expensive cars, laughing as they knocked over planters and scattered gravel.

The once peaceful estate became a playground for the rich and careless to party.

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One morning in late summer, I was preparing to compost the beds when I heard angry footsteps approaching. Stuart stormed toward me, his face flushed with rage.

“You! Old man!”

My heart sank. Margaret had warned me to steer clear of Stuart that morning. Apparently, his latest gold-digging girlfriend had left him to go skiing in Switzerland, and Stuart was‌ on a rampage.

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I straightened up slowly, my knees creaking in protest. “Good morning, Mr. Stuart.”

“Don’t ‘good morning’ me. Did you see what happened to my car? Someone scratched the paint. Was it your grandson? That quiet, sneaky kid?”

“Eli was at school yesterday, sir. He’s been there all week for the summer program.”

“Well, someone did it. And since you’re supposed to be watching this place—”

“I’m the gardener, sir. Not security.”

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I instantly regretted my words, but it was too late. Stuart’s face contorted with anger.

“You know what? I’ve had enough of your attitude. You think because my father liked you, you’re untouchable? You call this work?” He kicked at a pile of weeds I’d pulled. “My dog could rake better than you! You’re nothing but a leftover from my father’s pity. Consider this your last day. I want you off my property by sunset.”

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The words hit hard, but I kept my expression neutral. As he stomped away, I felt a strange calm wash over me. Maybe it was for the best.

I removed my uniform overalls and walked to the garden Jared and I had tended together. I hadn’t touched this spot since Jared died because the memories were too painful.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jared,” I said as I kneeled by the garden. “The least I can do for you before I go is clear away the weeds.”

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As I was working, I noticed a patch of ground that had been disturbed.

It wasn’t recent, but I knew this garden better than the back of my hand and someone had been digging here and left half the bulbs to wither and die on the surface.

I dug into the earth with my hands. Soon, I felt a hard surface beneath my fingers. I cleared away the dirt and soon uncovered a small wooden chest, sealed with a simple latch.

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My hands trembled as I opened it.

Inside, neatly arranged, were bundles of cash, small gold bars, and a folded note. I recognized Jared’s handwriting immediately.

“This is for you, friend. I know you need this! I love you. Your friend, Jared.”

Tears fell onto the paper as I clutched it to my chest.

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Even in death, Jared had found a way to look after us. The cruel irony wasn’t lost on me — being fired had led me to this discovery, this last gift from a true friend.

I left the estate without another word to Stuart.

The next day, I went to the bank and opened a safe deposit box. I transferred everything from Jared’s box into it and placed it in Eli’s name. Not for now, but for his future.

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I found work maintaining the grounds at the local high school. The pay wasn’t much, but it was honest work, and I could be close to Eli during the day.

Two years passed faster than I expected.

Eli thrived in school — he was top of his class and his teachers were talking about scholarships and potential. He grew taller and stronger but kept his gentle nature and curious mind.

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“Grandpa, I got accepted into the summer science program,” he announced one evening, waving the acceptance letter.

“That’s wonderful news,” I said, genuinely proud. “Your parents would be so proud of you.”

“Do you think Mr. Jared would be proud too?”

The question caught me off guard. “Yes, I think he would be very proud.”

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While we built our new life, news of Stuart’s downfall reached us through Margaret, who still worked at the estate.

His recklessness had finally caught up with him. He lost everything — the estate, the cars, and whatever illusion of control he’d once had.

“They say he’s moving out next week,” Margaret told me when we met for coffee. “The bank’s selling the place.”

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I nodded, feeling no satisfaction in his misfortune. “That’s a shame.”

“A shame? After how he treated you? Arthur, you’re too kind for your own good.”

Perhaps I was. But bitterness was a luxury I couldn’t afford, not with Eli watching and learning from every reaction, every word.

One evening, as Eli and I walked toward the park, he asked me a question that had been on his mind.

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“Grandpa, are you ever going to tell me what was in that box you brought from the estate?”

I looked at him — no longer a boy, but not quite a man — and saw in him the future Jared had helped secure.

“When you’re ready,” I said with a small smile. “When the time is right.”

“And when will that be?”

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“When you’ve built a foundation strong enough that it won’t change who you are.” I squeezed his shoulder gently. “Some gifts aren’t meant to be opened right away.”

As we continued our walk, I thought about Jared, about the garden we’d tended together, and about the seeds we plant that grow long after we’re gone. Some in soil, some in souls. Both lasting far beyond what we can see.

“He’s Been Cheating on His Wife for Years”: JR Smith Welcomes Baby With ‘The Flash’ Actress Candice Patton, Years After His Wife Revealed Their Affair on Instagram.

Actress Candice Patton and retired NBA player J.R. Smith have just welcomed a baby boy. However, there’s some drama, as Smith is still married to his wife, Shirley “Jewel” Smith, who is the mother of his two daughters.

Candice shared the happy news on social media on Friday, Sept. 27, around 4 p.m. She posted a series of pictures and a video showing the baby’s feet, with both parents’ hands touching him. The tattoos on the father’s arms gave away that J.R. Smith was the dad.

J.R. Smith reportedly welcomed his first son with actress Candice Patton despite still being married. (Photos by Rich Schultz/Getty Images; @candicepatton/Instagram)

Candice Patton wrote in her post, “Son in Virgo. Born at home. Heart now beats outside of my chest. In love forevermore.” She didn’t say exactly when the baby was born, but it seems he was born in the last month.

A gossip site shared her post, including a picture that showed J.R. Smith’s tattoos. People’s comments on the post were a mix of congratulations and surprise.

People had a lot to say about Candice Patton and J.R. Smith’s baby news. One person wrote, “That’s not his wife?!” while another said, “Awww, he finally got his boy! But I thought he was back with his wife?”

One commenter reminded everyone, “Lmaooo I loved her down, but didn’t you say a few years ago you were going to pray for JR Smith’s wife after she accused you of having an affair? This is interesting.”

Others pointed out that Smith has been accused of cheating before. One person said, “He’s been cheating on his wife for years, starting with Tahiry Jose.”

Some people remembered when his wife called them out for having an affair. Another commenter asked, “Didn’t he have a problem with one of his kids being sick? Now he’s having more kids?”

One person even said, “The way he treated his wife, especially after her last difficult pregnancy, he won’t prosper.”

Five years ago, Smith’s wife, Jewel, publicly talked about the affair on Instagram Live and asked for divine help.

Jewel Smith, J.R. Smith’s wife, shared a video on Instagram where she said she felt like God was guiding her to pray for her husband and Candice Patton, who were rumored to be involved. She prayed for J.R., asking God to help him and fix anything that was wrong with him. She also prayed for Candice, asking God to give her mercy for seeking a married man.

At the time, neither J.R. nor Candice confirmed or denied the relationship. But J.R. made a post on Instagram in December 2019, saying he and his wife had been separated for months. He added that Instagram wasn’t the right place for relationship updates.

Rumors about J.R. and Candice being together started after they were seen at a Halloween party in October 2019. A photo of them together was even posted by “Riverdale” star Vanessa Morgan.

Although J.R. said he and his wife were separated, they seemed to get back together briefly in January 2020 to celebrate one of their daughters’ birthdays.

Later in 2020, Jewel posted some photos on Instagram, and J.R. liked them, which led people to wonder if they were getting back together. However, if they did reconcile, it didn’t last long.

In 2022, J.R.’s daughter’s Instagram page wished him a Happy Father’s Day, and more recently, the account posted a message for his birthday on September 9, 2023.

J.R. now has four children. He’s currently a senior at North Carolina A&T and plays on the school’s golf team. He and Jewel have two daughters, Dakota (7) and Denver (4). J.R. also has a 15-year-old daughter, Demi, from a previous relationship, and Jewel has a daughter named Peyton from a relationship before she married J.R.