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

“No,” I answered calmly.

“This is the result.”

She shoved the money back into her purse.

“Well,” she muttered, “don’t expect generosity in the future.”

Nate stepped forward.

“We don’t,” he said.

That night, Oliver handed us a small box.

“I didn’t get you what I planned,” he said, embarrassed. “But I made something.”

Inside was a card. Uneven letters.

Careful lines.

Happy Anniversary.

Thank you for choosing me.

I pulled him into my arms.

Later, as we drove home, Nate said quietly, “I should’ve protected him sooner.”

“You did,” I said. “When it mattered.”

Eleanor never asked Oliver for help again.

She hired people. She paid them.

And every winter, when the ice came back, she remembered exactly how much it cost to mistake a child for free labor.

Because karma doesn’t need permission.

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