After my dad’s funeral, my brother-in-law took over my dad’s company and $500 million, arrogantly stating…

I was standing in front of my father’s grave, who had been the CEO of a big company, and after he passed away my brother-in-law Patrick took over. He inherited the company and a whopping 500 million dollars while I got an old mini-truck. Patrick, flaunting his good fortune, mockingly said, I’ve got the company and the entire estate in my grasp.

That mini-truck suits you. But to me that mini-truck was more than just a vehicle. I looked at it thoughtfully, and when I started the engine, I noticed a destination already set on the navigation system.

What’s this? I wondered. With a firm yet gentle grip I began to drive. Hello everyone, my name is Frank, and I am a 45 year old.

Now, I am standing before a large coffin where my father rests peacefully. My relationship with my father had always been complicated. He built a construction company from scratch, but I chose a different path.

Right after university, I left home to become a teacher, fulfilling a childhood dream. This decision led to many heated arguments, and for a long time we barely spoke. Despite our disagreements, I never hated my father.

I had my own dreams to follow, and I couldn’t give them up to run the family business, even though I felt a strong duty as the eldest son. Guilt weighed on me for not meeting my father’s expectations. This guilt kept me from visiting my parents’ home.

My mother relied on my sister Sophia to update my father about my life. Sophia and her husband would often send expensive gifts or arrange trips for my father’s birthday or their anniversary, pretending they were from me. Each time, Sophia would encourage me, saying, I wish you and dad could talk directly.

He’s just trying to be strong. Deep down, he must be feeling lonely. I often thought about Sophia’s words and would just shake my head.

But one day, I got the sad news that my father had cancer. When I heard this, I quickly quit my job and went back to where my family lived. I realized that what really mattered was life itself, and the past arguments with my father seemed so small.

I decided to move back to my hometown, teach at a local school, and take care of my sick father. At first, my father was shocked to see me return, but he eventually accepted it quietly. I didn’t say much either.

I just stayed by his side and took care of him, helping him whenever he needed it. He would thank me softly, and those words brought me some peace. Sadly, my father’s fight with his illness ended.

The last chapter of his life closed quietly, with me, Sophia, and our mother by his side. We couldn’t know what he was thinking in his last moments, but we hoped his soul was at peace. Even though we expected it, losing him deeply affected us all…