An elderly millionaire was kicked out of a luxury dealership because of his clothes. Minutes later, when he returned, everyone was shocked by what he did…

May I help you, sir?» said Andrew, the dealership’s manager, with a forced smile that couldn’t hide his critical assessment of Edward’s appearance. Andrew, a man in an impeccable suit and with a shrewd gaze, was used to quickly judging the customers who walked through his shop’s door, and to him Edward seemed anything but a potential buyer. Edward, unfazed by Andrew’s cold tone, responded calmly, Yes, I’m interested in buying a Ferrari.

Andrew stifled a laugh. The idea seemed absurd to him. A Ferrari, he repeated, as if the words were hard to believe.

Are you sure, sir? These cars are… well, let’s just say they’re a bit more expensive than what you’re used to. Edward’s response was simple and direct. I know what I want.

My grandson wants to ride in a Ferrari, and I want to buy one for him. For a moment, Andrew was silent, which seemed like an eternity to Edward. The manager looked around as if expecting someone to confirm that it was all just a joke.

When he realised that Edward was serious, his expression changed from disbelief to disdain. Look, sir, I think you should think twice before joking about something like this. Our Ferraris are not for everyone.

Maybe you should look elsewhere. Something more… appropriate, Andrew said, the sarcasm weighing in every word. Edward, feeling the growing humiliation, tried to argue.

I’m not joking, young man. I have the means to pay for this car, and I’m willing to make the purchase now. But Edward’s words fell on deaf ears.

Andrew, already impatient and clearly uncomfortable with the elderly man’s presence, stepped forward and with a brusque gesture pointed to the exit. I think I’ve heard enough. It’s best if you leave before I have to call security.

I don’t want any trouble here. Those words hit Edward like a blow. The elderly man, who rarely let himself be shaken by small things, felt a mixture of shame and sadness.

He wasn’t used to being treated that way, especially when all he wanted was to fulfil his grandson’s wish. Shaken, Edward turned and began walking toward the exit, his hands trembling slightly as he held the old wallet in his pocket. For him, it had been a frustrating encounter that not only derailed his plans, but also his dignity.

When he was about to cross the store’s glass door, he heard a young and friendly voice call out, Sir, please wait! Edward slowly turned and saw a young man approaching. It was Ryan, one of the dealership’s salesmen. Unlike Andrew, Ryan had a sincere and welcoming look that immediately brought some relief to Edward’s heart.

Sorry for my colleague’s attitude, Ryan said with a regretful expression. He shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. Please come back.

I would be honoured to show you the cars. Edward hesitated. The bitterness of Andrew’s words still echoed in his mind, but something in Ryan’s voice made him reconsider.

There was an honesty and kindness that he hadn’t expected to find in that place. I don’t know, Edward began, still undecided. I understand, Sir, Ryan quickly replied, but if you really want to make your grandson’s dream come true, let me help.

Let’s look at these cars together, without rushing. I guarantee the experience will be different. As Ryan spoke, Andrew, who had been watching the scene impatiently, received an urgent call.

Something that seemed to be an external problem required his immediate attention. Andrew, still in a bad mood, hurried out of the dealership, leaving Edward and Ryan alone. Edward looked at Ryan and saw in the young man’s eyes a genuine desire to help.

With a sigh, he nodded. Perhaps there was still hope that Arthur’s dream would come true. Ryan smiled broadly, extending his hand to Edward.

Let’s go, Sir. I’m sure we’ll find the perfect Ferrari for your grandson. Edward followed Ryan through the luxurious showroom.

The Ferraris, with their vibrant colors and impeccable design, were true works of art. Ryan began explaining the technical details of each model, speaking enthusiastically about the power, speed, and advanced technologies that made those cars so special. While Ryan spoke, Edward listened attentively, but his heart was elsewhere.

The brilliance of the cars couldn’t erase the constant worry he felt for his grandson. That desire of Arthur’s to ride in a Ferrari weighed on him like a responsibility that needed to be fulfilled at all costs. Noticing Edward’s distant gaze, Ryan paused.

Mr. Edward, I feel there’s something more behind your interest in buying this car. I could be wrong, but it seems like it’s not just about acquiring a luxury item. Edward, who had always been a reserved man, felt he could trust Ryan…