When their father passed away, sisters Julia and Helga stood on opposite sides of a quiet war—but no one expected how ugly it would get.
It all began with the reading of their mother’s will. Mrs. Hanson had made her decision clear: Julia would receive 70% of the inheritance for her unwavering support, love, and years of care. Helga, who only called when she needed a loan or a favor, would get 30%. That should’ve been the end of it… but it wasn’t.
Helga exploded with rage. When she thought no one else was listening, she screamed into the phone: “I can’t wait for her to die so I can sue for more!”—but her mother had placed the call on speaker. Julia heard every word.
Heartbroken, Mrs. Hanson still gave Helga something, if only to protect her newborn twins. Her lawyer warned: if Helga was excluded completely, she could challenge the will. So, 30% remained hers. But it didn’t stop the storm. Every call Helga made was a cruel attempt to bully her mother into rewriting the will. The stress wore her down—until the day she quietly passed away.
At the funeral, Helga played the grieving daughter with fake tears and forced sobs. But everyone saw through her. And soon after, her true self returned: demanding, manipulative, obsessed with money. She called Julia over and over, pressuring her to share more than the will allowed.
That’s when Julia made a decision.
She told Helga she would sell their mother’s house and split the money 50/50—even though the house legally belonged to Julia alone. Helga suddenly became sweet, affectionate, even called Julia her “angel.” She claimed it was all for her children’s future. Julia smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing.
The house sold fast. The day before Julia moved to New York, she invited Helga for coffee. They hugged. They laughed. Helga thought she had won.
A week later, Helga received an address from Julia—not a bank transfer, but a safety deposit box. Her husband was suspicious, but Helga dismissed it. She marched into the bank, opened the box… and gasped.
Inside were three $1 bills… and a handwritten note that read:
“That’s all you deserve.”
She screamed in rage, her voice echoing through the vault. But Julia was already gone—her number blocked, her heart at peace. She had honored their mother’s legacy, and in one final act, ensured that greed would never win.
Helga lost it all—her dignity, her sister, and any claim to the past. And Julia walked away with the one thing money couldn’t buy: justice.