Woman Puts Dad in Nursing Home and Never Visits Him, Receives a Letter from Him after His Death – Story of the Day
Elizabeth abandoned her father in a nursing home and only saw him again at his funeral. But the young woman's karma caught up with her and taught her a harsh lesson when she received a letter from him after his death.
Elizabeth wore black for the funeral, but her eyes were dry, and her heart didn't feel heavy. As she stared at her father's freshly dug grave, her thoughts returned to the day that ruined their relationship forever…
Elizabeth had grown up without a mother, and Albert was never close to her. When she turned 29, Elizabeth wanted to start a cafe and asked Albert for assistance. But her father turned her down.
"It won't be long before I'm gone," he'd said stiffly. "After I die, you'll receive the inheritance and may dispose of it as you see fit! Right now, I don't approve of investing in the cafe! You're too young to run a business."
Those words had hurt and haunted her. Albert never realized how much she'd given up because he was old and sick, and she needed to care for him. When his health deteriorated further, Elizabeth decided to get rid of him.
She told Albert he was holding her back and that she'd contacted a nursing home because she didn't want to care for him any longer. Elizabeth would never forget how his weak face had dropped. She'd never visited him in the home.
"I'm sorry for your loss. Mr. Greenwood was a good man," said a voice that distracted her.
Elizabeth turned her attention to the middle-aged woman dressed in black standing before her.
"I'm Stacey. I was his nurse at the care home," the woman introduced herself. "Your father left you a letter. He wanted you to have it when he was gone."
Stacey extended an envelope to Elizabeth. She muttered a few more kind words and then walked away, leaving Elizabeth staring at the envelope. This letter would be her father's final words to her.
She needed something strong if she were to face him again. So Elizabeth poured herself a glass of wine after she returned home and finally opened the letter.
I'm aware of how strained our relationship has been for the last few years. I never got to say this in person to you, but I'm sorry. I could have been a better father to you. I blamed myself all my life for not being able to provide you with enough love and care.
But I tried, Elizabeth. I did everything I could, but I always felt there was this barrier between us. I've missed you so much. A father can never quit loving his child. Even when Stacey was around me, I could see you in her. The two of you are very similar. She's a lovely young woman, and she became my true friend at the care home…
A tear trickled down Elizabeth's face, but she quickly wiped it away. She hated to admit it, but she felt a sharp pang of guilt and sadness in her chest. Despite everything that had happened, her father loved and missed her.
"I still remember our last fight. You were so angered when I refused to support your cafe, but you were too young and had no qualifications to help you. However, I promised to leave you a good inheritance, so I'm leaving the restaurant I purchased recently to you and Stacey. You both will be equal owners."
"Wait, what?" Elizabeth's tears quickly ran dry as she reread the last few words.
No, this couldn't be her father. He wouldn't leave half the inheritance to a stranger. Then Elizabeth noticed a discrepancy. Her father always dotted the letter 'i,' even the capital I's, but in this letter, none of the I's were dotted.
Someone tried to impersonate Albert by writing this letter. Elizabeth remembered the nurse from her father's funeral, Stacey. Perhaps she'd coerced Albert into writing the letter to swindle money out of him.
Elizabeth needed answers. She drove to the nursing home and asked to see Stacey.
Moments later, Stacey led Elizabeth to Albert's room. Elizabeth had never seen the room where her father had spent the last few days of his life. She wondered if he always sat by the window because he loved doing it at home.
"Was my father happy living here?" Elizabeth asked. She didn't want to alert Stacey by directly mentioning the letter, so she tried to strike up a friendly conversation first.
"He was happy, yes," Stacey said with a smile. "He enjoyed talking about anything and everything, from nature to the news. But he especially enjoyed spending time in the garden."
"And…" Elizabeth took a breather. "What happened the night he died?"
"He had a heart attack," Stacey said.
"And what about the letter?" Elizabeth finally asked. "When did he write it?"
"A-a few days before his death," Stacey said, her gaze darting to the floor as she rubbed her hands together. "I was with him in this room."
"Then you know he left you half of his assets?" Elizabeth stood up, staring Stacey in the eye. She noticed something pass across Stacey's face at that point, as if she was caught in her own trap.
"I-I had no idea he'd leave me an inheritance!" Stacey replied almost too quickly.
"You just told me you saw him write the letter, but I know my father didn't write this, little Miss Caretaker!" Elizabeth yelled as she took the letter from her purse. "The handwriting differs, as does the writing style. You tricked him into giving you half of his inheritance! Should I take this letter to a handwriting expert?!"
"No…" Stacey began pleading. "I-I admit I wrote the letter, but your father dictated it to me. He couldn't write on his own because of his poor eyesight. I didn't want the inheritance because I knew you'd react like this—all entitled! So I pretended to be unaware of it! Now, you can leave if you're done here!"
"Excuse me?" Elizabeth shot back. "He was my father, and I deserved his entire inheritance! Although you admitted to writing the letter, I'll never believe that my father wanted you to be his heir! I'll see you in court, and I'll make sure you regret every bit of what you've done!"
She stormed out of the room. As she passed through reception, Elizabeth spotted something on the bulletin board:
"Congratulations to Albert for his victory in the darts tournament. He set a new record for our nursing home!"
Elizabeth's suspicion grew. Albert couldn't have won a darts tournament if he had poor vision. She stormed out of the nursing home and phoned her father's lawyer, Mr. Carson.
Elizabeth insisted that Mr. Carson bring a copy of Albert's will to the nursing home. She then called the police and told them she had proof her father had been duped by a con artist. Minutes later, a cop car pulled up outside the nursing home, and Mr. Carson arrived, too. Elizabeth led them inside.
The receptionist watched Elizabeth and her entourage enter with wide eyes. She called Nurse Stacey when Elizabeth started demanding to see her and also summoned the nursing home director.
"What's the matter, officers?" Mr. Weiss inquired, perplexed by the presence of the cops. "This is an elderly care facility. Why do I see cops here?"
Elizabeth ripped the congratulatory message from the bulletin board as she told the director everything.
"I think we'll need some explaining here, sir," said one of the cops. "This lady here claims your nurse defrauded her sick, elderly father."
"Officer, Stacey isn't lying," said Mr. Weiss, "Mr. Greenwood's eyesight was fine when he won the competition, but his health deteriorated soon afterward. He was prescribed stronger medication, which unfortunately had side effects that caused his vision to become impaired. I believe that is why he asked Stacey for assistance."
"All of them are liars!" Elizabeth screamed. "They're just making stuff up! Officer, I believe they're all in this together!"
It was confirmed that Stacey wasn't lying when Mr. Weiss returned with the medical reports and showed them to the cops and Mr. Carson. Albert's vision was indeed affected by the medication, as his doctor had mentioned in the report.
"Honestly, I did have doubts when you called me, Elizabeth," Mr. Carson said, drawing everyone's attention to him.
"Albert called and asked me to add Stacey as a beneficiary in his will. He was in a sound state when he added Stacey's name. If you want, I can send you a copy."
"What?" Elizabeth fumed. "You're siding with them, Mr. Carson? Well, I'll get to the bottom of this on my own!"
Enraged, Elizabeth stormed out of the nursing home and drove home. She would not, under any circumstances, share her inheritance with a woman who had only known her father for a few years.
At home, Elizabeth studied the copy of the will Mr. Carson had sent her. She read the document line by line, hoping to find an error. Suddenly, she paused on a page.
"In the event of the demise of any of the designated heirs, the entirety of ownership and rights to the restaurant shall unequivocally vest in the surviving individual heir," one of the clauses stated.
Clearly, Stacey needed to die. However, Elizabeth didn't want any suspicions to fall on her. There was only one way out: she needed to hire a professional killer. She read online about how to access the dark web, and an hour later, she was posting an advertisement to hire a hitman.
A few hours later, she finally received a text from someone. The ID read: DX123. She agreed to meet him to make the final arrangements and hand over the cash.
Elizabeth was tense as she drove to the meeting location that evening. The thought of being alone in an abandoned alley with a stranger from the dark web terrified her. But she reasoned it would be worthwhile. If this meeting went well, Stacey would be out of her way for good, which was exactly what Elizabeth wanted.
Elizabeth arrived early. A man in a gray hoodie and black jeans appeared in the dingy, isolated passageway about ten minutes later. He asked Elizabeth to follow him and led her to an abandoned warehouse a few blocks away. They descended into a basement, which was barely lit.
"You need to make everything look like an accident so that I'm not involved in the drama of the police or the press," Elizabeth told him. "Fire, car accident—I don't care what you do as long as she is dead and no traces are left behind."
The man assured her that he was an experienced professional. Elizabeth nodded and approached him, but as she handed over the moneybag, a cop barged in.
"You are being arrested for conspiring to murder Stacey Williams, Miss Greenwood," the cop said as he cuffed her.
An hour later, Elizabeth sat in the interrogation room across from a detective. She had no way out of the situation, so she confessed to her crimes. Suddenly, she saw something that made her jaw drop: Stacey was being led into the police station in handcuffs.
"Wait, wh-why is she being taken into custody?" Stacey pointed out. "If you've proven that she tricked my father, then I should be released.”
The detective leaned forward on the table and looked her in the eye. "She also hired a hitman to kill you, Miss. Greenwood," he said. "Her motive was the same as yours. Now you will both serve time for what you did!"
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