The Rise Of Richard Avery : The Ingenious Royal Heir

“You are just so worthless, Richard. I'm sick and tired of it! I can't tolerate this anymore!” The words slapped Richard Mason in the face like an ocean wave. He couldn't believe that it was his wife saying all that to him. He looked at her with pain in his eyes, unable to speak with a shaky mouth out of disbelief. “C… calm down, Fiona. I am trying my best to make ends meet, and you know it,” he said, trying to explain himself. Upon trying to pacify his wife, it wasn't working. Once again, it was another morning of her nagging and insults. “Don't tell me to calm down, Richard. For five years, we've been married, and you are still working minor jobs. Your mates are spoiling their wives. I have told you to quit trying to be the man you think you are. You are nothing without your father. Take a look at our life now. Hasn't it been hell for us?” She said with disdain in her eyes. “But I am trying my best, Fiona. I'm trying my best to provide for the both of us,” he said, hoping to get compassion from his wife. “Oh shut up, Richard!” she said, smacking her palm on her forehead. “You keep saying this every time. Aren't you even ashamed of yourself? This is my house. You can't do without me, and you have the guts to say you're trying your best? Pathetic liar!” “Look,” Richard said, cupping his wife's cheeks. “I’m really appreciative that you took me, Fiona. I'm not planning on staying here forever with you. I promise that once I get enough money, I will rent—” “Shut up, Richard!” His wife yelled, moving his hand. “Rent? Is that the best you can do? What happened to the other men that buy houses and luxurious cars for their wife?! You will only dream of it, because your destiny is being poor.” “Fiona!” Richard bawled at his wife, raising his hand to hit her. Her face whipped to the side and her eyes shut deeply, but Richard was able to stop at the last moment. Immediately, a gasp ushered from a few meters away. Richard turned to look. Behold, it was his cruel mother-in-law. “What?! You dare raise your hand at my daughter?” “M…mom…” “Don't you call me Mom! I'm not your mother, you pathetic fool. So even after being so shameless to live here with us, you have the audacity to raise your hand at who feeds you?!” she yelled at him. Richard lowered his head, a great humiliation washing him. “You have witnessed it yourself, Mom. This is how useless he is,” Fiona said, feigning tears. “You are a loser, Richard, always was, and always will be,” she yelled, and stormed out of the living room, crying. “Wait, Fiona, I'm…” Before he could complete his apology, she left for the bedroom. “You better be ready to leave this house soon. If she doesn't forgive you, then you're gone. Now leave this place, and go to your $1 job, worthless punk!” Maria, Fiona's mother, bawled at Richard. Richard heaved a sigh. He felt like crying, giving up. He worked multiple petty jobs to make $50 a day, but even upon contributing everything to the house, he was still considered useless. He immediately went to work with a heavy heart that morning, and when he reached his place of work, which was a cafe, he encountered his boss, Mr. Benson. “What is wrong with you, Richard? It's 10 minutes past 8 O'clock,” he said, looking at his wristwatch. “Is this the time to come to work?!” his boss bawled at him. “I'm sorry, sir. I had a little argument with—” “Your wife again?! Stop giving me those stupid excuses, or I'll be forced to fire you,” Mr. Benson shot back at him immediately. “I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again.” “You are lucky I'm just helping your wretched life. Very soon, I'll kick you out of here.” “Please, sir. I will try my best. This is my only source of…” “Shut up and get to work!” Mr. Benson shouted at him, and Richard quickly nodded, rushing in to wear his apron and serve some customers. “Hey, pal. You're late again,” Gabriel, who was Richard's close friend at word, said, as Richard hurried into the cafe. “Something happened, Gabe. Home matters and stuff.” “Don't sweat it, mate. I'm sure you are trying your best. Here, serve this to that lady in blue sitting with that man in a black hoodie,” Gabe said, pointing at the customers. Richard did as instructed. He grabbed the tree containing two cups of tea and took it to the table. As he reached there, the woman sitting glared at him from head to toe. “Here's your tea, ma'am, and sir,” he said nicely, placing the cups before them on the table. “And who is this stupid person serving me my tea now? I have ordered this for over ten minutes!” She yelled at Richard. “I'm sorry, ma'am. I was not here when you…” “You dare speak back to me, you poor son of a beetle?! How dare you?” She mouthed out, standing up. “What nonsense excuse do you want to give?” “Ma'am, I was just told to bring it here. I wasn't here ten minutes ago…” Before he completed his words, she gave him a hot slap. “Instead of apologizing, you are trying to put me in the wrong?!” “Honey, calm down,” the man who was with her said, trying to pacify his wife. “Hell no! I need to see your manager! Where is your manager?!” she yelled. Richard knew he was in hot soup. Immediately, Mr Benson hurried towards the scene, and looked at Richard, and back to the woman. “Madam, what happened?” “Are you the manager?” “No, ma'am. I'm the boss. I can resolve anything. What happened?” “I wonder what qualifications this stupid worker of yours had before you thought of hiring him. I asked for two cups of tea over 10 minutes ago, and he brought it to me just now, and this bloke dared to argue with me!” She complained falsely. Mr. Benson glared at Richard. “Is that true?” “Sir, I was just telling her that I wasn't the…” “I don't want to hear it, Richard. I'm so sorry ma'am. Please forgive his rudeness,” Mr Benson said. Richard couldn't believe his ears. He was the one to be apologized to, yet… “I'm tired of tolerating your nonsense. First, you came late to work, and that's your fault, and now, you have already made trouble with our customer. This is the height of it. Get out here, Richard Mason, YOU'RE FIRED!”