When Chris Harvey was hospitalized, his daughter Angelina asked her son, Peter, to check on his grandfather and prepare his home for his return. But Peter and his wife, Hannah, had other plans. Chris came back to find his home empty, his belongings gone, and an unsettling truth waiting to be uncovered.

“Dad, I can’t come to Austin right now,” Angelina told her 87-year-old father. “I’ve used up all my PTO at work. But don’t worry—I’ll work something out.”

After having a str0ke, Chris had contacted her from the hospital. Living in Miami, Angelina was unable to quit her work to assist him in Austin, Texas. However, she insisted that Peter, her son, could take over.

“Peter, you need to go to Austin and help your grandfather,” she told him firmly over the phone.

“He’s all alone, and he won’t ask for much. Check the house, see if it needs repairs, and make sure everything’s ready for when he comes home.”

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Peter hesitated but eventually agreed. “Alright, Mom. Hannah and I will go. I’ll take some vacation time. It’ll be fine.”

Angelina was relieved, but she had no idea what Peter truly intended.

He was horrified to discover furniture scattered around the front lawn of his home when he arrived in a taxi.
His front door was slightly ajar, even though he distinctly remembered shutting it when the paramedics took him to the hospital.

He entered the house cautiously, calling out, “Hello?”

The sight inside stunned him.

Chris’s heart raced. “What on earth is going on?”

“Grandpa?” Peter appeared from the hallway, looking surprised to see him. “You’re home already?”

Peter hesitated, then plastered on a smile. “We’re remodeling, Grandpa. Hannah and I wanted to surprise you by fixing up the house before you got back.”

“Remodeling?” Chris asked, his brows furrowed. “Where’s all my stuff?”

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“Oh, it’s in storage,” Peter said quickly. “We’re replacing some of the older furniture, too. Don’t worry, Grandpa—it’s all for you.”

Chris smiled warmly. “That’s very thoughtful of you both. Thank you.”

However, something didn’t feel right.
Chris excused himself to pick up his prescriptions from the pharmacy, only to return and overhear Peter and Hannah arguing in Angelina’s old bedroom.

“What are we going to do now?” Hannah hissed. “You told me he was dy:ing! We spent all this money because we thought this house was ours.”

“Hannah, calm down,” Peter replied. “It’s just a delay. He’s old—he won’t live forever.”

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Peter and Hannah greeted him with forced smiles, but Chris now saw through their facade. That evening, over dinner, he decided to address the situation head-on.

Peter and Hannah’s faces lit up. “Are you serious, Grandpa?” Peter asked, barely hiding his excitement.

Over the next few weeks, Peter and Hannah eagerly remodeled the house, assuming it was theirs to keep. Chris played along, praising their efforts and thanking them for their “help.” When the renovations were done, Chris suggested hosting a housewarming party.

On the night of the party, surrounded by Peter and Hannah’s friends, Chris stood to give a toast.
“I want to thank Peter and Hannah for all the work they’ve done on my house,” he began. “Because I’m going to enjoy it for the rest of my life.”

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The room fell silent. Peter and Hannah stared at Chris, their smiles frozen in surprise.

“You see,” Chris continued,

“I overheard the two of you talking. You came here under the assumption that I was dy:ing and this house was already yours. You gave away my belongings and treated this place like your personal project. Well, let me be clear—this house is mine, and it always will be. I’ve already updated my will. When I’m gone, this house will be sold, and the proceeds will go to charity.”

Hannah’s face turned red, but she stayed silent.

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The next day, Chris called Angelina and told her everything. She was horrified and ashamed of her son’s actions but understood why Chris had to sever ties. “Dad, are you sure this is what you want?” she asked.

“Yes,” Chris replied firmly. “Peter cut ties with me the moment he decided my life was less important than this house.”