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

“Grandma says I can earn money here.”

My heart skipped. “Earn money how?”

Outside. In January.

Before the sun was even up.

And that was the moment I realized Eleanor hadn’t invited my son to bond. She’d invited him to be useful.

The calls became routine. Every morning, my phone buzzed around six.

Never later. Never earlier.

“Morning, Mom.”

His voice sounded older. Heavier.

“Did you eat?” I asked one day.

“After,” he said.

“She likes it done first.”

“The car.”

“Is it cold?” I asked, hating myself for the question.

“It’s okay if you move fast,” he said, repeating her words.

By the end of the first week, Oliver’s excitement about the money faded. He stopped mentioning the anniversary gift. Stopped talking about what he’d buy.

On day nine, I noticed his hands on a video call.

Red.

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