The Forsaken Man Who Shook The World

"Jackson! Jackson!!"

Every day that shout always thundered throughout the luxurious residence.

"Yes, Ma'am!"

Jackson quickly answered the voice calling him, which belonged to no one other than his mother-in-law, Madam Ester.

"What are you doing?! Can't you see the sky is cloudy and it's about to rain?! You worthless beggar! Have your ears and eyes stopped working already?! Hurry up and bring in the laundry!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Not a single word of protest escaped his lips. Indeed, nothing that ever came out of Madam Ester's mouth was met with rejection. More precisely, Jackson never dared to object.

With his long strides, Jackson immediately went out the back door to collect the laundry he had hung out earlier that morning.

"Let me help Brother-in-law bring in the laundry, Mother."

From the side, Jenny-short for Jennyfer Esterandes, Madam Ester's youngest daughter-hurriedly came out, rushing to follow Jackson, who was already outside.

"No need! Just continue your work. Have you already finished sewing your sister's dress?!" Madam Ester snapped quickly.

"N-not yet, Mother. Almost done," Jenny answered and instantly fell silent where she stood.

"Remember! That dress must be finished the day after tomorrow because Brielle will wear it for her graduation!" Madam Ester said firmly in her harsh tone.

"Yes, Mother."

After finishing with the laundry, Jackson quickly returned to the kitchen to complete the work that had been interrupted earlier.

He sped up his pace grinding chilies that Jenny, his sister-in-law, would use for cooking later. Evening approached, and the sky grew darker as heavy clouds hung over the horizon.

After finishing with the chilies, Jackson promptly washed the stone grinder so as not to burden his sister-in-law, who didn't have the strength to clean such a heavy tool, though she had never once complained or asked for his help.

That day, Jackson had woken earlier than usual so he could finish his chores quickly and join his wife's graduation ceremony.

"What are you doing?! Get back inside! We're leaving now, or Brielle's ceremony will already start."

Madam Ester's voice thundered when she saw her son-in-law walking with them toward the car parked out front.

"Jackson wants to attend Brielle's graduation, Ma'am. Isn't there supposed to be a family photo session later?" Jackson asked bravely.

"No need! Look at your clothes! A worthless beggar like you has no place at such a prestigious event. You'll only humiliate me and Brielle there!"

Jackson looked down at the soft Munich shirt he was wearing. It was the best one he had, neatly ironed last night after he had finished ironing his wife's and mother-in-law's clothes.

"These clothes are already fine and neat, Mother."

"How many times must I tell you?! A beggar like you has no right to attend an important event like today!" Madam Ester scolded authoritatively.

Suddenly, the car window rolled down, and a handsome face appeared from behind the wheel.

"What's taking so long? We don't need a driver! I'll drive myself, Aunt. Besides, if the driver is dressed like this beggar, our reputation will sink!"

A sarcastic voice came from inside, and the man stared at Jackson with mocking eyes.

Jackson fell silent. His gaze shifted back to the shiny car, his thoughts wandering. Something stirred in his mind at that moment.

"Dear, just stay home, alright? When we come back later, we can take pictures together," Brielle tried to smooth things over.

"Alright then. Take care, my love."

"Hmm."