Michael, his emotions raw, couldn't hold back."Sydney, you're a cheat! I can't believe you managed to deceive me all these time," he exclaimed, anger rising in him.He reminisced about the romantic moments they shared the night he first asked her out and she agreed. He recalled how he tirelessly worked to scrape together a bit of money to take her to the movies that evening, even going as far as sacrificing meals just to save up enough."After all I did for you, you cheated on me with Jack? The same guy I warned you about, the one who was always picking on me?"In response, Sydney slapped him. Jack, sensing the tension, stepped in, attempting to prevent a physical altercation."Look, you idiot! Why'd you call her a cheat? Has the irritated smell from the toilets decayed your brain, and now you can't reason properly?" Jack taunted, provoking laughter from everyone around, who chimed in, agreeing with Jack."Why would you call a random girl a cheat?" Jack interjectedHeartbroken, Micha

Michael woke up with determination coursing through him, fueled by a desire to alter his circumstances. He muttered to himself, "Time to make a change," contemplating the steps he needed to take. To improve his financial situation, he set a goal. "I'll ask the cafeteria master for more shifts, even if it means missing a few lectures," Michael declared, ready to confront his financial challenges. . The idea of working extra hours held promise against the constant mockery. Preparing for the day, he couldn't ignore the sorry state of his wardrobe. A couple of worn-out t-shirts were a reminder of his financial struggles. "Maybe with a bit more cash, I can afford a new t-shirt," he pondered, viewing it as a small step towards lifting his spirits. In his pursuit of change, Michael's readiness to forgo lectures in favor of extra work reflected his dedication. "I have to hustle for more," he affirmed, envisioning a future where financial constraints wouldn't dictate his life. Even t

Rushing forward, Mr. Winchester tightly embraced Michael, tears streaming down his face. In the midst of this emotional outpouring, Michael, still bewildered and seeking clarity, questioned, "What's happening? Who are you?"Struggling to compose himself, Mr. Winchester whispered through sobs, "My son."Michael's eyes widened, "Your son?"Mr. Winchester nodded, tears welling up, "I found you. After all these years of searching."Confusion etched on Michael's face, "I don't understand. Can anyone explain what is going on here?"A mix of joy and sorrow painted Mr. Winchester's expression, "You're my missing heir."The weight of those words hung in the air. Michael, caught off guard, sought more answers. "Missing heir? What are you talking about?"However, Mr. Winchester, overwhelmed by the unexpected reunion, couldn't provide the explanations Michael desperately sought. The room echoed with revelations, leaving both men entangled in a moment filled with unanswered questions and the raw

What a significant transformation Michael has undergone, transitioning from a cafeteria cleaner to a Ferrari owner with a million dollars in his account.The joy overwhelmed him, making it hard to comprehend the surreal reality. The strangeness of the situation, coupled with persistent dizziness, fueled his disbelief.“This must be a dream. How could I see a million dollars in my account? The highest sum I've ever seen was $500, given to me during the time I received a scholarship,” Michael thought, struggling to accept that it wasn't a dream.“Father, just tell me, is this a dream? I am having a really hard time believing it,” Michael vocalized, staring into his father’s eyes. A smile formed on Mr. Winchester’s face, witnessing the shock in his son’s eyes, who was still shivering with his phone trembling in his hands.“Father, please tell me the truth; I still can’t understand how my life has turned drastically within just a week,” Michael expressed, receiving only a smile from his

Michael stepped out of his car, slamming the car door with a resounding thud, capturing everyone's attention in the cafeteria corridor. They all turned in awe at the unexpected sight.Michael Wayne, the campus student known for his humble demeanor and part-time work, was now emerging from a sleek Ferrari. Those familiar with him whispered among themselves, while others, unfamiliar with his previous life, stood frozen in disbelief.“It feels like I've been away for a year. It's good to be back from the suspension,” Michael whispered to himself, standing by his car and scanning the surroundings.“Don’t you recognize him? That's the campus student on scholarship, the one who worked at the cafeteria for his meals.”“Yeah, I remember him. He used to clean toilets to make a penny. But are we dreaming, or is this a scene from a movie? How did he get those clothes? And whose car is that?”Michael overheard some students whispering, but just as he ignored them when they usually humiliated him,