Soon, Miss Jennifer learned about her son’s and daughter-in-law’s antics. She had to cut her business trip short and return to the city. Mama.
Michael was surprised to see his mother at the doorstep of the house. What are you doing here? I live here, she replied curtly. Yes, I get it.
But weren’t you supposed to be on a business trip? I was, confirmed Miss Jennifer, entering the house with her suitcase. And you were supposed to be at work. Isn’t that right? Michael glanced at the clock and fell silent.
At that moment, Vivian’s voice came from upstairs. Michael. How much longer do I have to wait? I’m dying of thirst here.
Vivian, Mama’s here. Michael informed his wife. Two minutes later, the daughter-in-law was coming down the stairs to the living room.
Miss Jennifer, you’re back already, she asked in a sugary voice. We didn’t expect you so soon. Perhaps you want to say that you haven’t had the chance to spend all my money yet? Miss Jennifer said sternly.
I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Vivian parried. Michael is at work every day, and I hardly see him. From today onwards, Michael will be at your complete disposal, she replied, turning to her son.
And you won’t be working there anymore. Michael and Vivian, stunned by the landlady’s arrival, stood and looked at each other. Miss Jennifer dragged her suitcase to the second floor and disappeared into her room, but a second later, she came out of the room and said.
And clear out of the house until evening. Mom. Actually, this is my house too.
Don’t forget that I’m your own son, protested Michael. You can’t kick me out of here every time. Legally, the house is mine, and in reality, you’re no longer my son.
I won’t tolerate traitors in my house. I worked my ass off all my life to ensure you lacked nothing. I gave you an excellent education.
And how did you repay all this? You robbed me, and now you have the audacity to claim that you’re my son. Take your idleness and get out of my house. And if you dare defy me, I’ll report you to the police.
After the confrontation, Miss Jennifer locked herself in her room, trying to distract herself from her heavy thoughts. She unpacked her suitcase, took a hot bath, and went to work. Her colleagues welcomed her with joy.
Miss Jennifer. Sorry for having to interrupt your important meetings, Tiffany said upon their meeting, but… Don’t apologize, the director interrupted. You did the right thing.
A little longer, and my negotiations would have become irrelevant. At that moment, the head accountant entered the director’s office. Come in, Miss Lillian, Miss Jennifer invited her.
And you stay, she nodded to Tiffany. The young woman remained in her place. Miss Lillian approached the director’s desk and placed a folder with documents on it.
Here is the expense report for the entire period of your absence. Miss Jennifer carefully looked through the papers, and only after studying them to the end, she asked. Who helped him? Mason.
Miss Lillian replied. When I went on sick leave, he took over my responsibilities as you instructed. Mr. Michael promised him a generous reward.
Of course, all transactions were made with my knowledge and strictly using the funds you left. I see, Miss Jennifer said, not hiding her disappointment. It’s a pity that Michael decided to take advantage of the opportunity to prove himself as a leader.
But it’s better to find out now what he’s capable of, replacing me, than later. He would have simply ruined my brainchild. Miss Jennifer, did you intentionally arrange this business trip, asked Tiffany.
Did you know everything even before I called? No. The business trip was genuine and quite successful, the director replied. But I didn’t immediately decide to entrust the management of the enterprise to my son.
I realized he was inexperienced in this matter and wanted to test how he would handle it. Following Miss Lillian’s advice, I allocated a small sum for unforeseen expenses. Of course, Michael knew nothing about it, it was a test.
Miss Jennifer sighed with bitterness in her voice and added. And he failed it. For several days, the director appeared subdued and troubled.
Most of the time, she remained silent. Left alone with her thoughts, she often sighed. Tiffany tried to be there for her, she genuinely felt sorry for Jennifer.
Over the years, they had become close, almost like family to each other. Now, with the woman left alone, they supported her, and Miss Jennifer was grateful to the girls. Ten years passed.
The relationship between mother and son could hardly be called close. Michael lived in a rented apartment and worked in a small office job. He had long divorced his wife, Vivian, who had found a wealthier partner.
They never had children. Tiffany had been married for a few years and was raising her daughter. Pamela graduated from school and entered college, and Miss Jennifer supported the girls in everything.
Over the years, they truly became like a family. One day, the director called Tiffany into her office and said. I’ve decided to pass my brainchild to you.
Only you can continue my work properly. And what about you? Are you leaving somewhere? Tiffany asked. No.
I’ll be around, and I’ll help you if needed, but I’m longing for some rest now. And what about Michael? Tiffany asked uncertainly. He’s still your son.
Michael is my son by blood and nothing more. But you and Pamela are my daughters in spirit, and you’ve become closer to me. I know I can rely on you, and to my great regret, I never became a mother to Michael.
Well, everyone can make mistakes, Tiffany tried to defend him. I’m sure he has regretted his actions many times. If he regretted it, he would have come and apologized.
But he still considers himself wronged, and I no longer have the desire to prove anything to him. Shortly after, Tiffany became the director of the Enterprise, and a year later, Miss Jennifer passed away. It turned out that she had been ill for a long time, but she never told anyone about it.
After the funeral, Michael moved into his mother’s house, but his joy was short-lived. Miss Jennifer left the house to Tiffany in her will and bought a spacious apartment for her son. Additionally, she opened a bank account in Michael’s name, from which he could withdraw a certain amount every month.
Fancy that! What a mother! Michael exclaimed angrily upon learning about his mother’s will. Leaving everything to some housekeeper and her own son must live in poverty. Just that may did more for her than her own son ever did.