Mr. Holloway nodded, understanding the weight of the moment. “And you shall. Your grandmother’s wish will be fulfilled.

We’ll ensure your account is managed with the utmost care and respect.”

As Wesley left the office, the atmosphere in the lobby had changed. No longer was he the target of scorn and laughter.

Instead, he walked past with his head high, each step a testament to his dignity and strength.

Bradley Whitmore, chastened and shamed, watched him go. In that moment, he realized that true wealth was not measured by the opulence of one’s attire but by the richness of one’s character and the legacy one leaves behind. And in that, Wesley Brooks was wealthier than anyone in that grand, cold marble lobby.