After Winning the Lottery, the Ungrateful Adopted Son Comes Back to Support Me

As soon as Colin walked in, he dropped to his knees alongside the woman and the little boy. He announced, "Mom, Dad, I'm back. This is my wife Mila Harris, and my son Jasper Harris."

Mila gave us a quick hello, then nudged Jasper, saying, "Say hi to your grandma and grandpa, sweetie."

Jasper sweetly called out, "Hi, grandma and grandpa."

Grant and I just stared. I said coldly, "Why are you here, Colin? I thought you wanted us out of your life."

Colin, still on his knees, replied, "Mom, when I left after college, it was because I knew the company was tanking. I didn't want to be another worry for you. And I planned to come back when I could actually help."

Grant scoffed. "Oh, really? So we should thank you for running off with our money and jewelry, huh?"

Colin kept a straight face and continued, "I was young and stupid. I thought leaving was helping. But now that I'm a dad, I get it. Nothing beats being there for your kid. That's why I'm home now. I'm not going anywhere. I want to take care of you, Mom, Dad."

We hadn't told a soul about the lottery win. People would do crazy things for money. I knew Colin too well. He wouldn't have come back if he didn't want something. But I was still trying to figure out what he was really after.

Grant and I locked eyes, understanding each other instantly. We stood united at the door, pointed to the hallway, and said, "We didn't need your help four years ago, and we sure don't need it now. Get out, Colin. And don't make me call the police."