You Won’t Believe How I Stopped My Aunt from Stealing Dad’s Inheritance – Her Reaction Is Priceless!

I Heard My Aunt’s Plan to Get My Father’s Inheritance and Made Her Regret It

After receiving a diagnosis of Stage 4 leukaemia, Becca’s father, Jonah, is seeing a steady decrease in his condition. She makes an effort to get her family to spend time with him. On the other hand, when her aunt finds out about Jonah’s very last intentions, she makes every effort to obtain everything that he possesses.

At the age of twelve, my father and I have been the only members of our family; my mother had passed away when I was nine years old. Now, at the age of nineteen, the prospect of death loomed in the air.

My father, Jonah, was diagnosed with leukaemia in the fourth stage, and his health continued to deteriorate on a daily basis at that point. I was aware that he was merely attempting to be strong for me, despite the fact that he did his best to have a good attitude on almost everything.

“Come on, Becca,” he would insist to her. “Don’t worry about me and I’ll be alright! And on the day that I am not, I will walk alongside you as if I were only a ghost.

In most cases, he would burst out laughing until he reached the point where he could no longer take it.

Nevertheless, a gloomy cloud appeared in the form of my Aunt Kayla at that moment.

The abrupt arrival of her, which was shrouded in a phoney sense of concern, left me feeling suspicious. Kayla had been missing for the majority of my childhood; the last time I had any recollection of her was when she presented me with two pairs of socks as a gift on my tenth birthday.

The moment my father received his initial diagnosis, he attempted to get in touch with Kayla; however, she did not care to return his calls.

On the other hand, we had a family gathering a few weeks ago because my father wanted to discuss his last wishes with his siblings prior to his passing. The all of his estate was given to me in his will.

He said this while sipping on some watery tea. “Everything will go to Becca,” he assured her. “But I need to know that you will watch over her.”

My uncles both concurred and assured me that they would keep a watchful eye out for me.

“Don’t worry, Jonah,” answered Uncle Dave. “The situation is fine.” “Becca will be cared for.”

Kayla, on the other hand, did not appear at the event. On the other hand, I was aware that she had been informed by someone of the outcome of my father’s will.

On a certain occasion, she called me on our landline phone.

“The fact that you’re Jonah’s daughter doesn’t give you the right to take everything!” The intensity of her rage was evident as she screamed into the phone.

“Aunt Kayla,” I referred to her. You should probably pay a visit to your father, but other than that, I don’t know what else to say to you. Now, he is seeing a gradual decline.

But Kayla did not respond. On the contrary, she presumed that she had set her phone down. On the other hand, she had no idea that the call had not yet concluded. I listened in complete silence while keeping the phone close against my ear.

In a conversation with her husband, she responded by asking, “Gordan, who is that little brat that thinks she is?”

As I knew Kayla, there were going to be a lot more insults to follow, so I grabbed my mobile phone and pushed the record button.

I am aware of the means by which Jonah can be persuaded to alter his will. In the morning, I will pay him a visit, and I will persuade him. I am the only sister he has. Also, he is responsible for taking care of me.

When I was saving the recording, my hands began to shake.

Kayla brought a package of cookies with her when she arrived at my house the following day, and she put them into my hands without asking.

She demanded, “Make some coffee, will you?” as she entered the living room, which had been transformed into a larger bedroom for my father. “Make some coffee, will you?”

She yelled out, “Jonah!” wanting to give him a hug.

During the time that I was making the coffee, I listened to her remarks while my phone was burning its way into my back pocket. The tape was ready to be played.

It was Kayla who persisted in her efforts to convince my father to alter his will. Despite the fact that I was still able to hear her, she eventually lowered her voice to a whisper.

“My business, Jonah,” she was quoted as saying. It’s not going very well at all. I am having a hard time. It is imperative that I am aware that even when you are gone, you will continue to watch out for your younger sister.

“Kayla,” my father greeted me with. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He reached out and grabbed Kayla’s hand.

In addition to assisting my father with taking his prescription, I brought the coffee and cookies into the living room together. After Kayla’s visit, he appeared to be in an unfathomably pleased mood.

When I said, “Dad,” “Can I play a recording for you?”

While he was helping himself to a cookie, he gave a feeble nod.

The room was filled with Kayla’s voice as I flicked my finger across the screen. Immediately before our own eyes, her facade fell apart, revealing her dishonesty.

I heard my father sigh.

“Now you won’t even get what I wanted to leave behind for you, Kayla,” he remarked with a stern tone and a hint of melancholy in his voice. “Leave and don’t come back.”

What were you planning to leave behind for me? Who is Jonah? She questioned in a panicked manner, “What was it?”

It was my father who waved his hand, indicating that I should take her away.

At the same time that Kayla disappeared into the darkness, I was standing by my father’s side.

As of right now, it has been half a year since my father ended his life. On a regular basis, my Uncle Dave makes sure I am doing well by driving me to the grave of my father to personally deliver fresh flowers. There has been no communication between me and Aunt Kayla, and she did not attend the funeral either.

Uncle Dave told me, “You’re better off, kid,” when we were talking about Kayla.