Chris was 87 when he ended up in the hospital. His daughter was far away and couldn’t come through because of work, but she assured him that his grandson Peter would take care of him once he was discharged. Thankfully, the situation wasn’t as serious as had it seemed. A few days later, Chris stood in the hospital, receiving instructions from the doctor before heading to his grandson’s home. He took a cab from the hospital to the young man’s house. His heart was leaping with joy: “I’ve missed my boy so much!” Chris thought on his way home. But what he saw when he arrived replaced his smile with an expression of fear. His furniture was scattered across the front lawn. Even worse, the doors were wide open. And the most terrifying part? THE ENTIRE HOUSE WAS EMPTY. The paintings on the walls, his military memorabilia, his credenza, the kitchen table and chairs — everything he didn’t see outside was completely gone! “What’s going on?! Was I robbed?!” Chris mumbled to himself in a daze. Then, suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded behind him.😳💔

Chris Harvey was an ordinary 87-year-old man who has lived all by himself in a nice house for most of his life. His daughter lived a couple of states away, and his grandson never visited him, so when he was taken to hospital one day, he was forced to call his daughter and ask for help.

“Dad, I can’t take even a day off. But I’l make sure Peter comes and checks on you, ok?” his daughter, Angelina assured him.

Peter, his grandson, also lived far. What’s most, he never paid Peter a visit, nor he ever called, so Chris didn’t expect him to show up this time either.

However, Angelina somehow convinced him to take a flight to Texas, and he finally agreed, although unwillingly.

Chris’ condition didn’t turn out to be serious. However, he stayed at the hospital for a couple of days until doctors ran all sorts of tests.

When he finally returned home, he was shocked to see some of his belongings, including his couch, some paintings, and the chairs, on the front lawn. The door of the house was opened, although he remembered the paramedics had shut it completely.

He entered, and that’s when he saw Peter and his wife Hannah.

“Oh, what a surprise,” Chris said. “But what’s with my belongings?” he asked.

Peter gave him a hug and said, “Well, grandpa, we wanted to renovate the place, thinking we would finish it until you are back, but you came earlier than we anticipated.”

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He then told his grandpa that they got rid of some of the stuff and they had the rest at the nearby storage.

“That’s fantastic,” Chris exclaimed. “Now let me get to the pharmacy and get some medicine while you two paint these walls. I’ll be right back.”

However, he returned right away in order to ask his grandson and his daughter what they wanted for lunch, and that’s when he overheard their conversation.

“Peter, your grandpa is very much alive. You said he was dying and we are getting this house. What are we going to do now, you idiot?” Hannah yelled. “I’ve dipped into my savings for this! Do you think I would have spent a dime on this house if I knew your grandfather wouldn’t die?”

Peter tried to shush her, but Hannah was so angry at him that she wouldn’t stop yelling.

“I know this messed up our plans,” Peter said. “But this home will eventually be ours. How much long do you think he’ll live. He’s too old already.”

“No, Peter, we are living today and that’s final,” Hannah said.

“But what about the house. It’s empty and nothing is finished. We can’t leave it like this.”

“WE CAN, AND WE WILL! I don’t give a damn about that old man!”

Peter agreed. “Okay, we are living!”

Chris went to the front door and pretended he was getting inside the house just then.

“Peter, Hannah, what would you like me to get for lunch?” he asked. “By the way, I have something important to discuss with you two.”

Some time later, Chris told Peter and his wife that he decided to move into a nursing home permanently so that they can have the house.

Not surprisingly, they were delighted. What’s most, they continued with the renovations, and once everything was done, they invited some of their friends from back home over to celebrate.

That day was marry. Everyone was having fun, drinking and laughing, when Chris raised his glass and proposed a toast.

“This one’s for Peter and Hannah, who spent all of their money on renovating this house that I tend to enjoy the rest of my life!” Chris said.

Peter and Hannah were shocked at his words.

“What?” Peter asked. “What do you mean YOU will enjoy it?”

That’s when Chris told them that he overheard their conversation. “Sorry for not dying and for ruining your plans,” he said, “now get out of my house before I call the police.”

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While Peter and Hannah’s friends left right away, the two started apologizing and explaining that they didn’t mean what they said, but Chris didn’t want to listen.

The following day, he called his daughter and told her what he had done and why he did it. She wasn’t glad, but she knew her son deserved what he got.

Chris lived 11 more years, and following his passing, as stated in his will, his house was sold and the money was donated to a charity that helped old and fragile people.

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