I Bought A Country House With My Husband’s Inheritance To Get Away. Then My Son Called:

There was an extension in the garage and by sheer coincidence, I picked up the receiver at the same time someone answered in the house. It was Andre. “Kiara, it’s me,” my son said, and something in his tone made me stay perfectly still without hanging up.

“Did you talk to the old woman?” My daughter-in-law’s voice sounded dismissive, bored. “Yeah, I told her to sleep in the garage. She started crying as usual, but she’ll obey.”

Kiara laughed.

“Perfect. My parents are going to be impressed with the place. How much did you say it cost?”

“I told them it cost $500,000, not $350.

I want them to think we have more money than we actually do.”

“Smart. And after the weekend, when do we start the plan?”

My blood ran cold. What plan?

“Give her one more month,” Andre replied. “Let her get settled in. Let her feel secure.

Then we start the psychological pressure. You know those doctors who declare people mentally incompetent, right? My cousin’s a psychiatrist.

He’ll sign any paper we need for $5,000.”

“Perfect. Once we declare her incompetent, I, as the only child, will have legal power over all her properties. We’ll sell this farm and keep all the money.

And what do we do with her?”

“We put her in the cheapest nursing home we can find. Hopefully, she won’t last long there. Old people die fast once they’re taken out of their environment.”

Kiara laughed again, a cruel sound that cut through me like a knife.

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