Inside a large, quiet mansion in California, Mr. Harrison sat in his wheelchair. At eighty years old, his body had grown fragile, but his mind was still sharp. Years ago, he had built one of the biggest logistics companies in the region before retiring.
Now the people living with him were his only son Daniel, Daniel’s wife Monica, and their young son Ethan.
To neighbors, Mr. Harrison looked like a lucky old man, surrounded by family who took care of him. But behind the mansion’s walls, the atmosphere felt very different—cold, tense, and full of hidden resentment.
Daniel and Monica were obsessed with luxury and gambling. For years they had quietly waited for the old man to die so they could inherit his massive fortune. But Mr. Harrison stubbornly refused to fade away, and their patience was running out. Their gambling debts were growing fast, and dangerous lenders were demanding payment.
Their son Ethan was often ignored because of their reckless lifestyle. It was his grandfather who raised him in many ways. Mr. Harrison helped him read, cooked meals for him, and told bedtime stories every night.
Because of that, the boy adored his grandfather.