In his final days, Mr. Lewis saw through the empty gestures of his family. But no one could have predicted how a young girl’s simple act of kindness would change everything when the will was read.
At 83, Mr. Lewis sat back in his favorite chair, reflecting on the life he had built. From humble beginnings, he had worked hard to create a successful business and raise a large, loving family. His home was always open to those in need, and over the years, he had raised eight children—four biological and four adopted—while welcoming foster children into his home.
“You always have room for one more,” his late wife used to say. Mr. Lewis believed in giving back and living a life of meaning through kindness.
However, in his later years, his family grew distant. His children rarely visited unless they needed something.
“Dad, I could use a little help,” his eldest son, Richard, would say, barely looking him in the eye.
Olivia, his daughter, would ask, “Dad, school fees are so high. Could you help out?”
Even his grandchildren only visited during the holidays, their attention more on his wealth than on him.
When Mr. Lewis received his terminal diagnosis, he called his family. They came quickly, playing the roles of devoted children.
“We’re here for you, Dad,” Richard said, patting his shoulder.
For weeks, they hovered around him with empty words, but Mr. Lewis saw the truth—they were waiting for the inheritance. Though it saddened him, he knew what was happening.
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