Sil Demands Us To Come An Pick Up Grannywho Passed Away 3 Months Ago Shocking Truth Is…

The Fake Grandmother

I sent the ID and password to my brother using Heather’s smartphone. We waited a moment. Although the face that appeared on the computer screen was slightly fatter than the last time I saw him, it was undoubtedly my brother Brian.

“It’s Brian. So what’s so important that we have to face each other to talk about? I’m busy here.” His attempt to play dumb at this point made my blood boil.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s about our grandmother. What do you mean by saying we should take in our grandmother who died three months ago?”

To my surprise, he replied calmly: “You must be misunderstanding something.”

My brother calmly continues: “Our grandmother isn’t dead. I’m taking care of her at my place. It was you, Linda, who asked for this, wasn’t it?”

“What?” I was at a loss for words. Was he really so afraid of Heather finding out the truth? Could a person really stoop this low? And this was my own brother. I was so angry that I was on the verge of tears.

“But I sent you a text message…” I said through tears.

“I don’t remember. Grandma’s here with me right now. Do you want me to bring her here?”

“I want you to bring her here,” Brian was completely defiant. I had no time for tears.

Brian left his seat and returned a few minutes later with an old woman in a wheelchair.

“Say hello, Grandma.”

“Linda, it’s been a while. I’m Betty,” the old woman spoke in a halting voice.

I just wanted him to stop this farce. I felt anger boiling up in me again. She’s a completely different person. Indeed, the old woman on the computer screen was nothing like my beloved grandmother. For one thing, my grandmother would never call me Linda.

“As you age, your appearance changes. She’s been showing signs of dementia recently, so it can’t be helped that her memories of you are vague,” Brian seemed determined to deny everything to the bitter end.

“So you won’t acknowledge the death certificate submitted by the district office?”

“Of course not. Documents can be forged these days,” he smirked.

I was prepared for this. I had a plan in place. “Just wait. I’ll show you some evidence too. Evidence.” Leaving a perplexed Brian behind, I exit the room.

The Real Truth Revealed

A few minutes later, I returned to my room with the evidence.

“Well, isn’t it Brian? Long time no see, you ungrateful one.” Grandpa, who was supposed to be bedridden, spoke.

Faced with the sudden evidence, Brian’s eyes grow wide.

“At one point I was prepared to die. Even now I can’t go to the bathroom on my own, but my brain’s still in good shape,” Grandpa continues. “I’ve heard all about it from Linda. Are you saying that the one there next to you is my wife Betty? Nonsense. Betty was a lot more beautiful.”

“Oh…” Cornered, Brian hangs up his phone. He’s probably trying to log out the video call.

Heather, who had remained silent till now, spoke up. “Are you running away, Brian? Going to Catherine’s place?”

Brian’s face turned pale, clearly visible even through the computer screen. “How do you know that?”

“I thought this for a while now. Brian, you underestimate me.”

Heather insists: “Your grandmother has frequently let it slip. Catherine… Catherine…”

“Of course, it’s not my name, nor our mother’s.”

“Well, that’s…”

“I also confirmed with Linda, and she had no recollection of the name Catherine. I had a suspicion for a long time and hired a private detective to investigate possible infidelity.”

“What?”

“The results came out quickly. Pictures of you at the scene of the affair. That your grandmother is Catherine’s grandmother. That you have been preparing various things to divorce me.”

“Yes.”

Everything started from Heather’s woman’s intuition that Brian had a high chance of having an affair with another woman. A relationship with a late-20s subordinate at work named Catherine. Brian had taken over the care of her dementia-stricken grandmother to win favor with Catherine.

He was also plotting to dump her into a care home and push her off on my family home before admission. He was planning to divorce Heather without any blame and remarry Catherine using every means possible. Heather proved all of this and then approached me honestly. She is an extremely intelligent woman, which seemed unimaginable from her appearance and demeanor.

The Verdict

“Do you have anything to say?” I asked Brian, only intending to listen.

“I’m really sorry. Forgive me. I didn’t mean to deceive you. Heather too. I… I’ll break up with Catherine,” so said Brian, bowing his head through the screen.

“Science these days has certainly developed. We can clearly see your crying face from afar,” Grandpa spoke.

“Grandpa, please help me!”

“Fool! After using Betty and betraying my beloved granddaughter and daughter-in-law, I don’t ever want to see your face again. This is the last time. Linda, you too.”

“Well, the most authoritative person here is Grandpa. And by the way, I also never want to see your face again, Heather. I’ve already completed the divorce mediation process. I’m going back to my parents’ house, so let’s meet in court next. Well then, goodbye, Big Brother.”

With those words, I hit the exit button on the remote conversation on my laptop.

A Sign from Grandma

The seasons have changed, and it’s now the time of the Autumn Equinox. I was alone visiting my grandmother’s grave. With hands clasped together, I made various reports in my mind.

Brian divorced Heather. Naturally, the outcome was overwhelmingly in Heather’s favor. Brian ended up having to pay an enormous amount of alimony and even came crying back home at one point.

However, thanks to Grandpa who’s still mentally sharp, a virtual disownment took place. Apparently, even his will states: Brian is no longer family. He had wished to remarry Catherine, but women in this world are not so sweet as to marry a divorced man in his 50s with not only zero savings but debt.

Eventually, he had to quit his longtime job at the automobile company, and now he’s reportedly living in a cheap one-bedroom apartment and paying alimony while working odd jobs. In this day and age, it’s probably difficult for someone over 50 with no significant qualifications to get re-employed. It’s all a case of reaping what you sow.

Most of the information about Brian came from Heather. Heather and I hit it off after that, and we meet quite often for tea as friends. But that being said, I finished everything.

“Grandmother, I’ll come again,” I said as I stood up from the gravestone.

Then a slightly strong breeze blew, and at the same time, I heard a voice. A voice I loved so much. “Lynn, thank you. Please take care of your grandpa for a little while.”

“Grandmother?” I muttered.

Then I suddenly noticed that I was gripping something in my right hand. There was a piece of black candy in my palm. That was strange; I didn’t bring any black candy as an offering today. I’m not particularly a believer in gods or ghosts.

Could it be Grandmother? No, that couldn’t be. There’s always black candy at the altar, so I must have picked one up unconsciously and put it in my pocket, then forgot about it.

But if I think that my grandmother is still watching over me somewhere, I feel like I can keep doing my best in life.

“Thank you, Grandmother,” I murmured, looking up at the sky, and left the graveyard.