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

I felt a bit relieved. However, within a month, my mother was rushed to the hospital by ambulance due to a medication dosage error. She appeared alarmingly frail when we arrived.

The doctor was puzzled. My mother had never made such a mistake before. While my wife stayed with her, I went back to the family home, which was in disarray.

The fridge was empty, despite my mother’s love for cooking, and it seemed the hired help had been cancelled without discussion. I felt ashamed for even considering trusting my sister and was furious. A significant amount of money had been withdrawn from my mother’s bank account, even though her bank card and PIN were secured in the safe.

Thankfully, the account containing the inheritance was untouched in a safe deposit box. But most of the funds allocated for living expenses were gone. I gathered essential items for my mother’s hospital stay, along with her bank card, and returned to explain the situation to her.

Did Kelly. My mother seemed unaware of the bank card situation. However, when I inquired about the medication error, she looked somber and confessed that it was prepared by my brother-in-law.

Mom, perhaps it’s best not to allow my sister into the house anymore, I suggested. John, I promised to take care of you, but the house is in such disarray, and you’ve lost so much weight. Have you been eating properly? My mother’s words weighed heavily on me.

Mom, you should come live with us. I’ll build a home where we can all be together, I proposed, causing my mother to break down in tears. However, her health continued to deteriorate, despite the doctor’s efforts.

Perhaps the incident with my sister had weakened her heart. She never recovered and eventually passed away, almost as if following my father. Upon returning to the family home to make funeral arrangements, I discovered that all the valuables had vanished.

It appeared my sister and brother-in-law had taken them in their desperate pursuit of money. Standing amidst the empty rooms, I was first shocked and then consumed by a fierce anger. I vowed to hold them accountable for their actions.

The day after my mother’s funeral, my sister and I were scheduled to meet with the lawyer, presumably to discuss the inheritance. Too bad. Mom’s inheritance rightfully belongs to me, her daughter, my sister boldly declared.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her statement, as it seemed she was gravely mistaken. Let’s see what the will says, I suggested. As the lawyer unveiled the will, my sister’s face strained of color.

No, this can’t be. Kelly is not entitled to inherit anything. That’s, that’s dad’s final wish…