I refused.
That’s when his expression changed completely.
“If you don’t leave me your entire fortune, I’ll put you in a nursing home and make sure you never see your grandchildren again.”
I felt as though someone had punched me in the chest.
“Daniel, I’m your father. How can you say something like that?”
He stood up.
That evening, I sat alone in my living room, staring at my wife’s empty chair.
For the first time in years, I cried.
I couldn’t understand how the little boy I had carried on my shoulders had become a man who threatened his own father.
When I opened the door, Daniel was standing there with two unfamiliar people.
A man in a dark jacket and a middle-aged woman carrying a folder.
“Dad, these people are from the nursing home,” Daniel announced.
I froze.
The woman stepped forward.
