After Mom’s Death, Woman Leaves Sister 3 Dollar Bills and a Note as Her Inheritance
“HOW DARE YOU?”

Helga’s voice roared through the phone, loud enough for Julia to hear from the kitchen.

Her mother, Mrs. Hanson, sat stiffly in the living room, gripping the receiver. She had just finished explaining how she had divided her will—and Helga was furious.

Helga, the daughter who only called when she needed something. Helga, who never visited, never helped, never cared.

She was getting 30% of the inheritance.

Julia, who had spent years taking care of their ailing father and mother, was getting the rest.

It was only fair.

But to Helga? It was a crime.

“MOTHER! You can’t just give everything to Julia! She doesn’t even have children! Don’t you care about my twins? They deserve their share of the money!”

Mrs. Hanson sighed, rubbing her temples.

“Helga, it doesn’t matter whether Julia has kids or not. She sacrificed so much of her life to take care of your father and me, while you…” She let the words hang in the air.

They both knew the truth.

“You’re married. You have a husband, a support system. Julia doesn’t.”

Helga wasn’t having it.

“I DON’T CARE WHAT JULIA HAS DONE! YOU KNOW WHAT? I CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU TO DIE, AND I’LL SUE FOR MY SHARE! GOODBYE!”

And with that, she slammed the phone down.

Mrs. Hanson winced, but Julia boiled with rage.

“She didn’t mean it,” Julia lied, trying to comfort her mother.

But they both knew Helga meant every word.

The Funeral Came… and So Did Helga’s Performance
Months passed.

Mrs. Hanson’s health declined.

And when she passed away, Helga put on the performance of her life.

Tears. Wails. Dramatic gasps.

She threw herself onto the coffin like a grieving daughter.

As if she hadn’t spent the last few months screaming at their mother.

Most of the family wasn’t fooled.

And when the will was finally read, Helga’s fake mourning vanished.

She wasn’t done fighting.

Now, she was after Julia.

The “Sweet” Offer Julia Made
Helga called Julia constantly.

“Just give me a little more.”
“You don’t even need all that money!”
“Think of the twins!”

She wouldn’t stop.

So Julia came up with a plan.

One day, over coffee, she told her sister:

“I want to move to New York. I’m going to sell Mom’s house. It’s in my name, but I’ll give you 50% of the sale.”

Helga’s face lit up.

“Finally, you’re seeing reason!” she gushed. “Our mother was so obstinate.”

Julia forced a smile.

The house sold quickly.

And Helga, greedy as ever, was practically salivating over the money she was about to receive.

“I’ll put your half in a bank account,” Julia said sweetly. “I’ll send you the details soon.”

“You’re the best, Julia!” Helga cooed, smiling like a snake.

Julia just nodded.

“Cool. Well… goodbye.”

And she left.

The Moment of Truth
A week later, Helga finally received the details.

She rushed to the bank, dragging her husband along.

“Your sister couldn’t just wire the money?” her husband asked, suspicious.

“She’s an idiot,” Helga scoffed. “Let’s just get our money.”

She was taken to a safety deposit box.

Her fingers trembled with excitement.

She imagined stacks of cash.

She opened the box and found…

Three. One-dollar. Bills.

Sitting neatly inside.

Next to a single note.

“That’s all you deserve.”

The entire bank heard Helga’s screams.

She called Julia—but her number was blocked.

Julia was already gone.

And they never saw each other again.