After my dad’s funeral, my brother-in-law boldly declared…

Perhaps he even married my sister for her money. Kelly, don’t come back until you’ve got some money, he commanded. Wait, Chris, what do you mean? I thought I was going to be wealthy.

Why to let down? Roughly pushing past my sister, my brother-in-law stormed out of the room. Left behind, my sister glared at us, her face red with anger, and cried out to our flustered mother, Mom, why didn’t you have me adopted? It’s not fair that only you get the inheritance. I should have gotten something too.

But you didn’t handle it right. This is awful, Mom, she sobbed, making a scene. I was taken aback by her outburst, but the lawyer seemed unfazed, perhaps accustomed to such drama.

Why does he get everything? Because I’m dad’s son, I responded, and my sister’s eyes filled with anger as she lunged at me, shouting you. It would have been better if you were never born. I thought to myself that even if I hadn’t existed, dad would likely have made the same decision given my sister’s character.

Before I could say anything, the lawyer calmly intervened, Kelly, if you continue like this, it will involve the police, making my sister flinch, possibly recalling her past shoplifting incidents. Kelly, our mother called out, tears in her eyes. Six months had passed, and the inheritance proceedings went smoothly without any hiccups.

Though my sister and brother-in-law grumbled for a bit, the lawyer’s efficient management left them with no room to meddle. My mother gave my sister some money, but I refrained from commenting on it. What bothered me most was their sudden disappearance with the funds, displaying their blatant gold-digging behavior, which left a sour taste in the mouths of our relatives who were aware of the situation.

One day, I took my mother, wife, and daughter out for a meal. Thanks to my wife’s suggestion, my mother, who had been somewhat withdrawn since dad’s passing, seemed more cheerful in the company of her adorable granddaughter. Hey, mom, why don’t you come live with us? I proposed.

But you know Kelly might drop by sometimes. She only shows up when she needs money, right? Don’t be too accommodating with her, my mother hesitated. Her reluctance was understandable, given that my sister is her biological daughter.

Plus, if our family moved into the family home, my sister might stir up trouble again. Respecting her concerns, I simply asked her to think it over as I drove towards the family home to drop her off. As we pulled up, we noticed lights on in the supposedly empty house.

It wasn’t the time for the helper to be there, so maybe my sister had returned. With that in mind, I parked the car in the garage. Let’s pop in for a quick coffee, I suggested.

As we stepped out of the car and headed towards the entrance, a car suddenly swerved towards us, narrowly missing us. Reacting to my daughter’s cry, I instinctively shielded my wife. Ouch! Thankfully, the car only grazed me, but I was thrown into a nearby flower bed, taking a hard knock.

The car came to a halt after hitting the garage entrance. Are you all right, honey? My wife and daughter rushed over to help me up. While my mother stood trembling at the entrance, understandably shaken, panic ensued.

I was rushed to the hospital by ambulance and had to stay overnight. Later, I learned that the driver was Chris Adams, my brother-in-law. He claimed to the police that he mistook the accelerator for the brake, but I doubted his explanation…