But when I arrived on the final day, to help him get home, I found him standing alone at the checkout counter, confused and heartbroken. Everyone else had left, and all the expenses—rooms, drinks, spa treatments—had been charged to his suite. When I called Ashley, she casually said, “He’s retired. He can afford it.” They’d decided it was “his turn to give back.”
I paid the bill then gathered receipts, hotel footage, and staff statements. With help from my lawyer, I sent every family member an invoice for their share, plus a warning of legal action if they didn’t pay. Within two weeks, all the money was returned—except Grandpa’s. I left that part off. It wasn’t his burden.
Now, he gardens, tells stories, and laughs more. We share milkshakes and memories. And as for the rest of them? They haven’t called since. We’re just fine without them. Because if you try to take advantage of my grandfather, you’d better believe—his favorite grandson won’t stay quiet.
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