Chapter 58: happiness

Garry watched as his mother's eyes moved around the showroom, wide and almost overwhelmed by the gleaming luxury. Every car here was polished to perfection, exuding an air of exclusivity. She walked cautiously, almost afraid to get too close, as if these cars were fragile works of art rather than vehicles. Garry could sense her unease.Finally, his mother turned to the woman in the showroom with a nervous smile, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "Miss Milly, how much are these cars? They don't look too expensive, right?" She looked hopeful, as if trying to convince herself that this might somehow be within reach.

Milly hesitated for a moment, quickly understanding the situation. She met Garry's mother's gaze with a kind smile and leaned in to speak softly, "Well, ma'am, this side of the showroom displays some of our most exclusive models. But how about we take a look over there?" She gestured toward a section with moderately priced cars.

"There are some wonderful cars over there that may be more within range."

Garry could see his mother's shoulders relax slightly, clearly feeling a little more comfortable with the suggestion. She nodded and began to step in the direction Milly had indicated, but before she could go further, Garry gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

"Mom," he said softly, a smile spreading across his face. "You don't need to go anywhere else. Just choose any car here that you like. Point at it, and it's yours. I don't care if it's the whole showroom just say the word, and I'll get it for you."

His mother looked at him with wide eyes, her confusion intensifying. "Garry…" she murmured, her voice filled with disbelief. "I… I know you're just trying to be sweet, but let's be realistic, son. These cars… they must cost a fortune."

Garry gave her a reassuring smile before turning to Milly. "Thank you, Miss Milly, for being so thoughtful and considerate," he said, his tone respectful and warm. "But don't worry; we're not here for window-shopping." He winked, fully understanding Milly's intentions to spare his mother any embarrassment.

He respected her for it, but he also wanted her to know that this was not a moment for restraint.

Milly looked surprised, glancing between Garry and his mother with curiosity. His confidence and genuine kindness caught her off-guard. "Your son is quite mature for his age," she said, chuckling as she looked back at Garry's mother. "You must be very proud of him."

Garry's mother chuckled softly, her cheeks turning pink with pride. "Yes, he's… full of surprises," she said, casting a loving glance at him. She couldn't quite believe what was happening. In her mind, this was the happiest and most surreal day she'd experienced in years.

Garry couldn't help but smile as he watched her face soften, pride shining in her eyes. He knew he had the means now, but it was more than just money it was the joy of giving back to the woman who had given him everything, even when they had next to nothing. His mother had worked long hours, making sacrifices daily, and he wanted her to feel like royalty, if only for a moment.

"So," Garry said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze, "Which one, Mom? Just point to the one you like, and that's the one we'll take home."

She blinked, her gaze drifting back to the cars, her heart torn between excitement and disbelief. After a brief pause, her eyes landed on a sleek, silver Rolls-Royce Sweptail. "That one… it's beautiful," she whispered, a mix of awe and reluctance in her voice.

Milly, sensing her hesitation, interjected softly, "Oh, that one is… quite special. The Rolls-Royce Sweptail. It's rare only two exist in the world. It's priced at around $13 million."

Garry's mother gasped, her eyes widening as she turned to her son, visibly taken aback. "Thirteen million dollars… for a car?" she whispered, almost in disbelief. The sheer scale of it made her knees feel weak. This was more than just luxury; this was a world she'd never even dreamed of stepping into. Her whole house everything she'd worked her entire life for was worth a fraction of that.

Clearing her throat, she tried to brush it off, her tone becoming almost pleading. "Garry, let's be sensible, please. I… I love simpler things. We don't need a car like that," she said with a small, embarrassed chuckle. "Our whole house is worth barely a fraction of that… It would be silly, right?"

Garry's mother glanced at the car, a sleek matte black beauty that seemed to absorb light like a dark star. She bit her lip, feeling drawn to it but at the same time flustered. "It's… it's beautiful, Garry," she admitted, her voice tinged with both awe and concern. "But son, we can't just burn money like this. It doesn't seem right."

Garry looked at her, warmth flooding his chest. "So you do like it," he murmured, with a small smile tugging at his lips. He knew his mother too well; her words may have been hesitant, but her eyes sparkled whenever they lingered on the car.

His mother sighed, still gently shaking her head. "Yes, but it's not something someone like us should think about. Money like that… it's not meant for things like this," she tried to reason with him, her voice soft yet firm, wanting to instill in him a sense of value.

Garry took her hands gently, grounding her with his touch. "Mom, this isn't just about money," he said, locking his gaze with hers. "It's about you, about giving you a moment where you feel valued, celebrated." He turned towards Milly, a gentle but resolute look in his eyes. "Miss Milly, we're buying it."

Milly's eyebrows shot up in surprise, clearly not expecting such decisiveness from someone so young. She paused for a second, trying to process it. "Are… are you sure, sir?" she asked, her tone cautious but polite. The words hung in the air as if she needed just one more confirmation to really believe this was happening.

"Yes," Garry nodded, unphased. "And I'll be paying in full today. Please just get the documents ready."

Milly's eyes widened. She had assumed it would be nearly impossible to purchase such a car without installments or financing options. "This car is one of the rarest models we have, sir. And as I mentioned, we don't offer financing options for it due to its exclusivity." Her voice was steady, but there was an unmistakable hint of skepticism, as if she still expected him to reconsider.

Garry's smile didn't waver. "Don't worry, I'm ready to pay upfront," he assured her with quiet confidence.

His mother, sitting next to him on the sofa, looked from Garry to Milly, utterly bewildered. Her gaze lingered on her son as if trying to decipher whether he was being serious or somehow playing an elaborate prank. "Garry," she whispered, her tone wavering. "Is this real? Do you really have that much money? If this is some kind of joke…"

Garry turned to her, his smile softening. "Mom, trust me," he said simply. "This isn't a joke."

They waited in silence for a few moments, with his mother nervously twisting her fingers, stealing glances at him, unsure if this surreal moment was really happening. After a few minutes, the door opened, and a sharply dressed woman entered. Her heels clicked against the polished showroom floor with a confident, assertive rhythm that spoke of someone used to handling high-stakes clients.

"Good afternoon. I'm Nancy, the sales manager here," she introduced herself, giving Garry's mother a respectful nod and an understanding smile. She took in their not-so-expensive attire but refrained from any visible judgment. Her focus remained purely professional. "Miss Milly here has informed me of your interest in our Sweptail model."

Garry's mother returned the handshake, still looking a bit overwhelmed. "Hello, Nancy," she replied softly, trying to mask her nervousness.

Nancy shook hands with Garry next, but her eyes lingered on him, curiosity evident. He was composed, meeting her gaze without even a hint of discomfort or insecurity. She noted his steady presence, which was unusual for someone his age and hinted at a maturity and confidence beyond his years.

"It's not often that I meet someone so certain about such a unique purchase," she remarked, smiling as she sat down.

Garry nodded. "Thank you. My mother deserves the best, and this is what she deserves." His words carried a weight that went beyond the usual buyer's banter, and Nancy sensed it immediately.

Nancy gave him a small nod, impressed by the determination in his tone. "Well, this is certainly a beautiful choice. Our Rolls-Royce Sweptail is one of only two in the world, a truly rare masterpiece," she explained, adding just a touch of pride to her words as she described the car's pedigree.

Garry glanced at his mother, noticing the mix of emotions playing across her face pride, amazement, and still a lingering trace of doubt. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his sleek black card, the kind that only the ultra-wealthy carried. "I'll be paying in full today, so just go ahead and swipe it," he said, extending the card to Nancy.

Nancy blinked, slightly taken aback. "Are you sure, sir?" she asked, a slight pause in her voice as she glanced at his mother, half-expecting a reaction.

"Yes, I'm sure. Please, let's finalize everything," he replied, his voice calm and unwavering.

As Nancy took the card and walked away, Garry's mother turned to him, her eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and awe. "Garry... how did you... when did this happen?" she whispered, almost as if afraid that speaking too loudly would break the spell.

Her gaze lingered on him, trying to process the fact that her son, her Garry, was suddenly in a position to buy a car that was worth more than she could have ever dreamed of.

Minutes later, Nancy returned, her expression carrying a subtle, respectful change. The usual practiced politeness was replaced with genuine surprise, her posture more formal as she handed Garry the card with both hands. "The payment has gone through, sir. It's all set," she said, unable to hide her amazement.

Even Milly, who'd seen countless customers over the years, was left wide-eyed, staring at Garry with a newfound respect.

Garry's mother's mouth opened, but no words came. The weight of "13 million dollars" was ringing through her mind like an echo. She glanced down at her own hands, almost as if grounding herself, as her fingers trembled. She wasn't sure if this was real, or if she was trapped in an unbelievably vivid dream. Enjoy new tales from M V L

She pinched her thigh, just enough to feel the sting, and then looked back at Garry, who was smiling, his gaze tender and filled with pride.

Nancy placed a small stack of documents on the table, along with a sleek pen. "All that's left is for you to sign these papers, sir. Once that's done, the car will be officially yours." She extended the pen toward Garry, clearly expecting him to take it.

Garry took the pen from her, but instead of signing, he turned to his mother, holding the pen out to her. "Here you go, Mom," he said, his voice filled with emotion, "You're the one who should sign. This car is yours."

Both Nancy and Milly seemed taken aback, their eyes widening. Milly's smile grew, her heart swelling as she took in the scene, deeply touched by the gesture.

Garry's mother looked at the pen he was offering her, her eyes moving slowly between the pen and his face. Her lips parted, but no words came. She was trying to grasp the reality that her son, who she had once struggled to keep fed and clothed, was now gifting her a car worth millions, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

She looked into Garry's eyes, and saw that same determination she had always admired but now, it was softened with warmth, love, and a gratitude that went unspoken.

Suddenly, she put a trembling hand to her mouth, her shoulders beginning to shake. Tears filled her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she broke into quiet sobs, the weight of years of hardship, sacrifice, and love all coming to the surface in a rush of emotion. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around Garry, pulling him close and hugging him tightly.

Her tears soaked into his shoulder as she clung to him, her sobs echoing softly in the quiet showroom.

"A-ah… Garry… ha… oh, my sweet boy," she choked, barely able to form words through her tears. "I... I can't believe... all this, for me?" The question was barely audible, broken by her tears, as she buried her face in his shoulder, letting the weight of years of sacrifice fall away in her son's embrace.

Garry's arms encircled her, his hand gently patting her back as he held her. His own eyes began to water, unable to remain dry in the face of his mother's emotions. For once, he was okay with her tears. They were not tears of struggle or despair but tears of relief, of joy of finally being recognized for everything she had sacrificed for him.

He let her cry, a faint smile on his face as he whispered, "It's okay, Mom. Let it all out."

Watching the scene, Milly's own eyes grew misty, her heart warming as she observed the raw love between mother and son. "They're so blessed," she whispered softly to Nancy, who simply nodded, taken aback by the scene unfolding before her.

After a few long moments, Milly came over and gently patted Garry's mother's back. "You're so lucky," she said with genuine warmth, her own voice filled with emotion. "I've seen a lot of people come and go from here, but I've never seen a gift quite like this. You have a wonderful son."

His mother finally pulled back slightly, brushing away her tears with the back of her hand, still unable to fully absorb the reality of the situation. She looked up at Garry with reddened eyes, her expression softening with a profound gratitude and pride. "Garry… thank you. I never thought... I just never thought this was possible," she whispered.

Garry gave her a gentle, reassuring smile, his own voice thick with emotion. "Mom, thank you. Thank you for everything you've done, for every sacrifice, every sleepless night. This is just a small part of what you deserve. From now on, let me take care of you."

She let out a shaky breath, her lips forming a soft smile as she whispered, "Thank you, Garry… thank you for doing so much for me." Her voice caught again as fresh tears welled in her eyes, but this time they were laced with pure joy.

"You don't have to thank me, Mom. Just let me give you everything you deserve. You're the best mother anyone could ask for," he replied, brushing away his own tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

Still emotional, his mother tried to regain her composure, her hand covering her mouth as she glanced to the side, not wanting to let everyone in the room see her cry. But Garry only chuckled softly, understanding her shyness.

Milly handed her a handkerchief with a warm smile, watching the reunion with the kind of admiration that only came from witnessing a truly rare, genuine bond. Garry's mother took the handkerchief, dabbing at her face, but unable to stop a small, joyful smile from spreading across her lips. This, she thought to herself, was the happiest day she had ever known. Sёarch* The nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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ahh well quite a dream of my life car might not be this big and expencive...but definitely gonna gift one the same exact fking way

haha for now haven't gifter ger anything was thinking that on first payment from this book...which i don't know how much time would take

but all the money is going to buy her a decent gift might not be a big thing but imm sure but it'll definitely be great haha