The tension is high inside the library of the Monteverde family mansion. The three siblings are sitting at a long table waiting to read the Last Will and Testament of their late father, business tycoon Don Augusto.

On the right, Ricky and Clarissa are sitting. They are wearing the most expensive black designer suits. They are clearly restless, not because of sadness, but because of the excitement of how much they will get.

On the other end, Gabriel, the eldest, sits quietly. He looks different from the two. He is wearing only a simple white polo shirt and jeans. His hands are rough—a sign of working on the farm. Five years ago, Don Augusto “dismissed” him because he turned down the position as CEO. He chose to live in the province, grow crops, and live a simple life. A decision that angered his ambitious father.

“Why are you still here, Kuya?” Ricky teased as he played with the keys to his Porsche. “We all know you’re disowned. You’re not getting anything. Your fare to Manila is a waste.”

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“Yes,” Clarissa added while retouching her lipstick. “Dad hated your lack of ambition. You chose to be a farmer over being a Monteverde. It’s embarrassing.”

Gabriel just smiled sheepishly. “I’m here to pay my respects to Papa. Not for the money.”

The door opened and Attorney Valdez, the family’s trusted lawyer, entered. His face was serious as he opened the sealed envelope.

“Let’s get started,” the lawyer said.

Attorney Valdez read the division. As expected, each page contained billions worth of property.

“To Ricky, I give the management of Monteverde Real Estate and all the commercial buildings in Makati and BGC,” the lawyer read.

Ricky applauded. “Yes! Jackpot!”

“To Clarissa,” the lawyer continued, “I give the Monteverde Malls, the Jewelry Collection, and the mansion in Forbes Park.”

“Oh my God!” Clarissa squealed. “Thank you, Daddy!”

The lawyer looked at Gabriel. The room fell silent. Ricky and Clarissa awaited the formal disownment of their brother.

“And for my eldest son, Gabriel…”

Gabriel took a deep breath. He was ready for what he was going to hear.

“Because you chose to abandon the company and the family fortune for a simple life… I will not leave you a single penny of shares or position in Monteverde Corporation.”

Ricky and Clarissa laughed. “I told you! Nothing! Zero! Go home to your farm, Kuya!”

Gabriel was about to stand up to leave, accepting his fate, when Attorney Valdez spoke again.

“Sit down, Gabriel. Your father’s letter is not finished yet.”

The lawyer’s tone of voice changed. From formal, it became emotional as he read Don Augusto’s personal letter attached to the Will.

“To my children, all my life, I thought success was measured by the number of buildings and the size of the bank account. I raised you Ricky and Clarissa to be bold in business. And I succeeded—you became power-hungry. But in the last years of my life, when I was bedridden and weak, I saw the truth.”

Ricky and Clarissa were stunned. The smile on their lips disappeared.

“Ricky, Clarissa… you only visited me when you needed a signature for a check. You only spoke to me to ask when I would transfer the land title. But Gabriel…”

The lawyer looked at Gabriel who was already in tears.

“Gabriel, even though I rejected him, even though I shouted that his life on the farm was worthless… he is the only one who visits me without asking for anything in return. He brings me fruit from his plants. He asks how my heart is, not the state of my stocks. I have realized that out of the three of you, he is the only one who inherited the most important trait of your late mother—having a pure heart.”

“So,” the lawyer continued. “I am giving Gabriel the full management and ownership of the ‘Elisa Charity Foundation’.”

“Just a foundation?!” Ricky shouted. “That’s just money laundering! That’s just a donation!”

Attorney Valdez shook his head. “You’re wrong. Before the Don died, he sold his private assets in Switzerland and the majority of his personal savings. All of that, worth five billion pesos, he deposited in the Foundation’s fund.”

Ricky and Clarissa’s jaws dropped. Five billion. More than the liquid cash they got.

“And that’s not all,” the lawyer added. “The Foundation owns the land where the Monteverde Main Office is located. That means Gabriel is the landlord of both of you. He has the right to evict you from the company if you don’t pay the rent or if you don’t use the company properly.”

The brothers turned pale. The older brother they had wronged was

now holding their necks.

The lawyer approached Gabriel and handed him an old diary of their mother.

“Gabriel,” the lawyer said. “Your father wants you to use the money to continue helping the poor, like your mother used to do. He knows you’re the only one he can trust with this because you’re not blinded by money.”

Gabriel burst into tears. He hugged the diary. Not because of the billions, but because finally, he felt accepted and understood by his father. What he thought was punishment was preparation for a greater responsibility.

In the end, Gabriel returned home not as a simple farmer, but as the richest man in Monteverde—not in money, but in honor and love. Ricky and Clarissa were left speechless, having learned the bitter lesson that true wealth is not seen in the glitter of gold, but in the purity of the heart