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Greedy Heirs Tried to Earn Favor with Grandpa to Inherit More — Their Jaws Dropped When the Lawyer Read the Will
Everyone in the family knew Grandpa Henry was wealthy. His massive estate, multiple businesses, and hefty bank accounts made him the most sought-after relative. But for most of his life, his children and grandchildren barely made an effort to visit him—except during the holidays, when they showed up with fake smiles and forced affection, hoping to stay in his good graces.
Then, in his final year, as Grandpa’s health declined, the family’s behavior changed drastically. Suddenly, his children—Daniel, Sarah, and Mark—became devoted sons and daughters. His grandchildren, who had once ignored his calls, now visited him weekly, bringing him expensive gifts and showering him with exaggerated praise.
“Grandpa, you’ve always been my role model,” Mark’s son, Kyle, said one afternoon, handing him a gold-plated watch.
Sarah’s daughter, Emily, chimed in, “I just want to spend time with you, Grandpa. You mean so much to me.”
Of course, Grandpa Henry saw through them all.
He had spent years alone, his calls ignored, his invitations declined. Now, as rumors swirled that he was updating his will, his once-absent family suddenly had time for him.
When he passed away, the entire family gathered in the lawyer’s office, dressed in black but filled with anticipation.
“This is it,” Daniel whispered to his siblings. “He must’ve seen how much we cared.”
Sarah smirked. “I bet I’m getting the house.”
The lawyer cleared his throat and began reading Grandpa Henry’s will.
“To my children, Daniel, Sarah, and Mark: I have known for years that your love had a price. When I was strong, you had no time for me. But when you thought my wealth was within reach, you suddenly became the devoted children I never had. I leave each of you exactly one dollar as a token of my appreciation for the effort you put into pretending.”
Gasps filled the room. Sarah’s face turned red. “One dollar? That’s a joke, right?”
The lawyer continued.
“To my grandchildren, who only remembered me when it was convenient, I leave you nothing but the memory of what real love should be.”
Emily let out a strangled cry. “This isn’t fair!”
Kyle slammed his fist on the table. “He can’t do this!”
The lawyer ignored them and kept reading.
“As for my estate, my wealth, and everything I have built… I leave it all to James Turner, the young man who delivered my groceries, mowed my lawn, and spent hours talking with me—not because he wanted anything, but because he cared.”
Silence. Then chaos.
“Who the hell is James Turner?” Mark shouted.
The lawyer smiled. “A neighbor who treated your father with kindness. He was more of a son to him than any of you.”
As the family erupted in anger, James, who sat quietly in the back, wiped away a tear. He hadn’t expected anything—he just loved Grandpa Henry.
And now, he was the only one rewarded for it.
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