SON-IN-LAW IS ORDERED TO WASH CAR ON FATHER-IN-LAW’S BIRTHDAY — BUT EVERYONE STOPS WHEN V.I.P. GUEST BOWS HIM AND CALLS HIM “MR. PRESIDENT”

Kael has been married to Sophie for three years. Sophie comes from a wealthy family, while Kael only introduces himself as a “freelance consultant” who always dresses simply. Because of this, Sophie’s family, especially her crude father-in-law, Don Rogelio, looks down on him.

Today is Don Rogelio’s 60th birthday. A Grand Celebration will be held in their spacious garden. The guests are all high-ranking people—businessmen, politicians, and artists.

While everyone is busy with the preparations, Don Rogelio calls Kael.

“Kael!” the old man shouts. “Come here!”

Kael approaches, wearing a polo shirt and slacks. “Why, Pa?”

“What ‘Pa’? Don’t call me Pa-Pa,” Don Rogelio snapped. “Look at those cars in the driveway. They’re dirty! My V.I.P. guest, Senator Villaraza, is coming. It would be embarrassing if he saw my cars covered in dust. Wash them all! Right now!”

“But Pa,” Kael reasoned. “I’m already dressed. Besides, it’s your birthday, I should be inside with Sophie.”

“I don’t care!” his mother-in-law snapped. “You have no contribution to this party! Just eat! If you want to eat later, go work! Be a Car Wash Boy first!”

Kael couldn’t do anything. He didn’t want to fight with Sophie. He took off his polo shirt, changed into an old t-shirt, got a bucket, soap, and a hose.

Under the scorching sun, as guests in gowns and suits arrived, Kael was soaking wet and rubbing the tires of his Mercedes Benz.

Sophie’s cousins ​​were making fun of him.

“Hey, look at Kael. He’s a boy!”

“Take a picture, let’s post it on Facebook. Caption: The Unworthy Son-in-Law.”

Sophie was crying in her room, wanting to go down to help her husband, but her mother stopped her. “Don’t go down, Sophie. We’ll just embarrass ourselves.”

At seven o’clock in the evening, the long-awaited guest arrived.

A convoy of black SUVs entered the gate. The bodyguards got out. And from the middle vehicle, Senator Villaraza—one of the most powerful men in the country—got out.

Don Rogelio was in a panic. He adjusted his Barong.

“Senator! Welcome! Welcome to my humble abode!” Don Rogelio greeted, extending his hand to shake hands. “It’s an honor to have you here!”

The Senator just smiled sheepishly. He didn’t shake Don Rogelio’s hand right away. The Senator’s eyes darted around, as if searching for someone.

“Rogelio,” the Senator said. “I heard my boss is here. The man who funded my campaign and owns the largest Investment Firm in Asia. He said he’s coming.”

Don Rogelio was confused. “Boss? There’s no other billionaire here, Senator. It’s just me and my friends.”

Suddenly, the Senator’s eyes caught a man on the side of the driveway.

The man was holding a rag, his t-shirt was soaked, there was soap suds on his arm, and he was cleaning up a bucket. It was Kael.

The Senator’s eyes widened.

He left Don Rogelio with his hand still outstretched. The Senator walked quickly toward Kael.

“Senator? Where are you going? The car wash is right there!” Don Rogelio shouted.

But the Senator didn’t listen.

As the Senator approached Kael, he bowed low—a show of deep respect.

“Good evening, Mr. President,” the Senator greeted.

All the guests were stunned. The music stopped.

“S-Senator Villaraza,” Kael smiled as he wiped his hand on his dirty shorts. “I’m sorry, I can’t shake your hand. My hand is still foamy. I was ordered to wash the car.”

The Senator turned pale. He faced Don Rogelio who now looked like he was about to faint from shock.

“Rogelio!” the Senator shouted angrily. “What kind of family are you?! Do you know who this is?! He is Mr. Kael Mondragon! He is the President & Chairman of Mondragon Global Solutions! He is the owner of the bank you are lending money to! He is the reason why I won the election!”

Don Rogelio’s jaw dropped. The cousins ​​who were mocking him earlier hid behind the waiters.

“M-Mondragon?” Don Rogelio stammered. “I thought… I thought he was just a freelancer…”

“Freelance?!” laughed the Senator. “If Mr. Kael wanted to, he could buy this entire subdivision tomorrow!”

Sophie approached Kael. She hugged her husband even though he was wet.

“Kael… why didn’t you tell me?” Sophie whispered.

Kael touched her husband’s face. “Because I want to know if your family accepts me even though I don’t have money. I want them to love me as Kael, not as Mr. President. But that seems vague.”

Kael turned to Don Rogelio.

“Happy Birthday, Pa,” Kael said seriously. “I’ve cleaned your cars. That’s my last gift to you.”

Kael held Sophie’s hand. “Sophie, I’m leaving. If you want to come with me, let’s go. But I won’t come back to the house where I’m treated like trash.”

Without hesitation, Sophie went with him.

“Senator,” Kael turned to the guest. “Let’s meet at another restaurant. I’ve lost my appetite here.”

“Yes, Sir. My car is ready,” the Senator replied, opening the door of the luxury SUV for Kael and Sophie.

They left, leaving Don Rogelio in the middle of his party—full of food, full of guests, but empty of heart due to shame and regret. He had lost the richest son-in-law who would have raised him up, only because of his judgmental attitude.