My MIL Asked My Son to Scrape the Ice off Her Car for $20, Then Refused to Pay – Karma Hit Her Threefold

“He’s a child. Not your staff.”

“No. You raised me to think love had to be earned.

I’m done with that.”

“Well,” Eleanor said coolly, “I suppose I’ll have to pay someone.”

“That’s usually how work works,” Nate said and hung up.

A week later, we saw her at a family gathering.

Eleanor stood stiffly near the fireplace, arm still in a cast, eyes scanning the room like she was waiting for obedience to materialize. Oliver stayed close to me.

She finally called him over with a sharp gesture.

“Come here,” she said.

He hesitated, then looked at Nate. Nate nodded once.

Eleanor reached into her purse and pulled out folded bills.

“Sixty dollars,” she said flatly. “For the car.”

The room went quiet. Oliver didn’t move.

“I don’t need it,” he said.

Eleanor’s mouth tightened.

“You earned it.”

“No,” he replied. “You needed it.”

A few heads turned.

Eleanor looked at me. Then at Nate.

“This is your doing,” she said.

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