Gerald Nizbit was stunned as he read the contents of his mother’s will on his screen. In a fit of disbelief, he immediately called his assistant, Helen. “Get me my lawyer, then Margaret Pratt, and then my mother – in that order!”

Helen, who had worked with Gerald for a decade, knew his short temper and got to work without hesitation. Meanwhile, Gerald, still in shock, fumed as he thought of how to handle the situation.

First, Gerald contacted his lawyer, Sam, who awkwardly apologized when he realized he’d mistakenly sent the will to Gerald instead of his mother. After a brief exchange, Gerald hung up and moved on to the next task. He then contacted Margaret Pratt, demanding that she complete a request for him by the end of the day, or he’d take his business elsewhere. After a brief negotiation, he finalized the plan.

Finally, he told Helen to connect him to his mother. When Edith picked up, Gerald wasted no time. “I have two things to say,” he told her coldly. “First, Sam sent me your will by mistake. Second, pack your bags immediately.”

Edith, who had been living with Gerald due to health issues, was stunned. “Gerald, is it the will? Let me explain,” she pleaded.

But Gerald cut her off, “I don’t need explanations, just have your bags ready by 4:00.”

Feeling hurt and confused, Edith went upstairs to pack. She had left most of her estate to her older children, thinking Gerald would understand her decision. As she packed, she couldn’t help but feel that she had disappointed the son she loved most.

When Gerald arrived precisely at 4:00, Edith tried to explain, but he was firm. He grabbed her suitcase and led her out to the car without further discussion. As they drove, Edith grew increasingly anxious and asked where they were going. Gerald didn’t answer but instead turned on the radio.

Finally, Edith broke the silence. “Gerald, about the will…” she began.

Gerald glanced at her, his face hard. “The will where you leave your house and $120,000 to Amy and Oliver, and I get the cabin and your father’s photos and watch?” he said, recounting the details.

“Yes…” Edith murmured.

Suddenly, Gerald stopped the car in front of a small private airport. A private jet was waiting.

Turning to his mother, Gerald’s tone softened, and his eyes filled with tears. “I understand, Mom. Amy and Oliver need help, and I have everything I could ever want. The important thing is what you’re leaving me: memories that I will treasure forever.”

Edith, stunned, stammered, “But… I thought you were kicking me out!”

Gerald smiled. “Not at all. I’m taking you to Tahiti for two weeks. It’ll be great for your arthritis, and I could use some quality time with my mom.”

Relief flooded Edith’s heart as she embraced her son. He had understood her intentions perfectly.