The Evil Family Covets My Property

One evening, I was just getting ready to cook dinner when my son Hassan Payne and his family came by for a visit.

As soon as they walked in, Hassan's wife, Riley Hayden, pulled out a glittering gold necklace and put it around my neck.

Smiling brightly, she complimented me on my long, slender, and fair neck while dramatically urging my grandson, Wade Payne, to greet and say happy birthday to me.

That was when I realized it was my birthday today.

But this was not typical of Riley. In the past, she would never come by without a reason.

Yet here she was today, not only visiting but also bearing gifts.

I figured it was so strange.

After they had a meal, they showed no signs of leaving.

Riley kept encouraging my grandson to put on a little show for me.

Watching Wade's adorable and silly antics had me laughing out loud.

Just as I was getting lost in the joy of the moment, Riley finally revealed her true intentions.

She suggested that I transfer the house and compensation money from the recent demolition to Hassan's name.

After all, my old house had just been demolished.

Because it had a large courtyard, I had been compensated with several new apartments and hundreds of thousands of dollars.

I was not surprised at all.

For years, Riley and I had a distant relationship; she rarely came by.

Her actions today had a motive.

I had thought about how to divide the property.

But that was for me to bring up, not her.

While playing with my grandson, I said lightly, "Let's talk about it in a few years."

Then, I tried to change the subject.

Riley immediately objected.

She said that while I was still healthy, we should sort everything out now, to avoid future conflicts between my son and daughter if something happened to me.

I chuckled coldly and said nothing. So, she remembered that Hassan had a sister, huh?

But her idea of "sorting everything out" was really just her way of saying she wanted all the assets for themselves.

How could I not understand her intentions?

I saw through it, but I chose not to call it out.

I said, "I have two children. When the time comes, they will each get half. What is there to figure out?"

Riley looked at me in shock, as if she had not expected me to divide my assets this way.

She seemed to be reminding me, "Gracie is a daughter."

I replied, "So what? She's also my child. I love both my children equally."

Riley added, "But Hassan is your eldest son. How could you bear to give his inheritance to an outsider?"

I responded coldly, "I am still alive. It's my property!"

Riley's eyes darted around, and then she smiled and put her arm around my shoulders.

"Kenya, you love your grandson the most. What's yours is Hassan's anyway, and eventually, it will all belong to your grandson."

Looking at Hassan, who remained silent, his head lowered while smoking, I felt my heart turn cold.

His silence said it all. He was thinking the same thing. Riley was just acting as his spokesperson.

Anger surged through me. My assets were not for anyone else to divide.

I would decide how to distribute them.

Their appetite for everything was just too much.

I stated that the assets would remain with me for now.

When I passed away, each of my children would receive half. I would ensure fairness.

There was a reason for my decision.

I loved both of my children. I had my pension, so they didn't need to spend money on me.

If I fell ill, they could take turns looking after me if they were available. If not, I would hire a caregiver.

So, I believed that dividing everything equally was fair.

Riley's expression suddenly changed, and her tone became impatient.

"Hassan is your only son. You cannot divide the house and money with anyone else."

Finally, Hassan stepped in and told her to stop talking.