She Refused to Care for Her Dying Grandfather. Six Months Later, She Was Shocked

Betrayal and a Family’s Grief

Mason woke up on the street. When he managed to get home, his mother wanted to call the police, but the son stopped her. He still loved Brooke and did not want her and her friends to be arrested.

The next day, he heard from her friend Candy that Brooke, sobered up, had left town in a hurry. Time passed and Mason, whether from homesickness for Brooke or from a head injury, began to drink more often. Father and mother tried in vain to give his son back the joy of life.

Only communication with his little daughter allowed him to forget about his loneliness for a while and not touch the bottle. The charming baby girl gradually grew. She had already taken her first steps and began to call her grandmother her mother.

Mason was laughing happily, watching as the puffy baby waddled awkwardly towards him, stretching out her cute little hands. At such moments, the grief of unrequited love and betrayal receded and he was happy again. Trouble came from whence it was not expected.

One day, Candy, passing by and watching Mason walking with Lucy, as if in jest said that Brooke, as a cuckoo, dropped off her daughter to him and he was silly enough to raise another man’s child for a year. At first, Mason didn’t even understand what she was talking about, but Candy explained. From her story, it became clear that Brooke got pregnant by a boyfriend from the big city and when he found out about the pregnancy, he immediately rushed to break up with her.

Mason had been her second choice the whole time, which she took advantage of. It all seemed true because Lucy was born, as Brooke assured him, eight months old. When Mason rushed home with the baby in his arms, it was scary to look at him.

Mrs. Morris rushed to take the baby away from her son and asked what happened.

“Lucy is not my daughter!”

yelled the man, flashing his eyes madly.

“She gave me someone else’s baby!”

“How can she not be yours? What are you speaking?”

interrogated the mother in horror.

“Candy said I must find Brooke and know the truth, otherwise I’ll just go crazy,”

he said.

Mrs. Morris had no time to stop her son and he jumped into the car and drove away. He was gone for two days, and on the third day, a policeman came to the house and told the shocked parents that Mason was dead. He probably found his wife who confirmed what Candy had said; then the man got drunk with grief, drove, had a car accident, and died on the spot without regaining consciousness.

The deserted parents mourned their only and such long-awaited son for a long time. They decided to keep taking care of Lucy although, most probably, she was not their biological granddaughter. The years passed; Mr. and Mrs. Morris were gradually getting older and Lucy was becoming more and more like her mother.

Despite all the love and care which the elderly couple had surrounded her with, the girl grew up ungrateful and cruel. She was rude to her grandmother and did not take her grandfather’s opinion into account. One day, the elderly man had a serious talk with his granddaughter, but in response, Lucy only proudly, as her mother had once done, turned up her nose.

“How much you piss me off. You think I do not know that you are nobody to me? I know everything. Somebody in town told me everything a long time ago. So be thankful I live here with you,”

she said.

Mrs. Morris could not bear such cruel words and the woman had a stroke. While Mr. Morris tried his best to put his beloved wife back on her feet, paying for the rehabilitation, Lucy finally got out of control. When he found out that the 18-year-old girl had started living with a former convict 20 years older than she was, he only sighed bitterly.

“Well, honey, we did the best we could. We have nothing to reproach ourselves for. We loved Lucy and took care of her. It’s not our fault she can’t return the favor. You, my dear, must get well now by all means. Don’t leave me alone,”

he said gently to his wife.

At first, Mrs. Morris was recovering a little; the therapy seemed to help. But one early morning, Mr. Morris saw his beloved lying in bed, looking at the ceiling with glassy eyes. The elderly man cried with grief and hopelessness, not understanding how and for what he had to live further.

After the funeral, Mr. Morris became homesick. He constantly thought of his wife and son who had left him so early. Lucy did not come to her grandmother’s funeral and grandfather did not hear from her for almost six months.

But one day, the granddaughter showed up at the door with her boyfriend. As it turned out, she needed money and she demanded that Mr. Morris should sell the house.

“What are you doing, granddaughter? We loved you so much and now you want me to stay on the street?”

said Mr. Morris, trying to get through to her heart.

“Oh, I’m not your granddaughter. You’re nobody to me. But according to the documents, the house will still be mine after your death, so what’s the hold up? We’ll take you to a retirement home and you’ll live out your days there and I need the money now,”

Lucy said in a drunken voice.

The girl hoped that, frightened by the pressure and menacing appearance of her boyfriend, her grandfather would sign the necessary papers for the house. But Mr. Morris was not so easily frightened.

“You won’t get anything! Get out of here, you ungrateful girl!”

muttered Mr. Morris angrily, slowly retrieving a shotgun from its safe.

Lucy and her boyfriend left hurriedly, cursing the old man. Mr. Morris tiredly sat down on the porch and for the thousandth time began to think about the question that had been tormenting him for many years: how it had happened that Lucy, a tender little girl, had turned into a heartless wretch.

A New Family and the Final Surprise

After these events, Mr. Morris became ill more often, fading with ennui and not finding the strength to go on living. One day, a neighbor, noticing that Mr. Morris had not shown up in the yard for days, knocked on his door. When no one opened, they called an ambulance and the police.

When they broke down the door, they found the elderly man lying in the middle of the hallway. He was unconscious and no one knew how long he had been there. They took him to the hospital and began to look for relatives.

After he had suffered a stroke, Mr. Morris needed good care. But Lucy, who arrived immediately, made it clear that she was not going to take care of grandfather and that she was only interested in the inheritance. After hearing all the prognosis, Lucy turned around and left the hospital.