Grandkids Try to Get Rid of Grandma and Rob Her, She Turns out to Be Smarter — Story of the Day

Kevin and Scott devised a plan to rob their grandmother after learning her house was worth a fortune, but neither of them counted on their grandmother outsmarting them.

"Jesus! You need to stop driving like a maniac!" Scott sighed, bracing himself against the dash, as his brother Kevin skidded their truck to a halt in front of Grandma Rachel's house.

"We're on a razor's edge with all the debts, Scott," Kevin retorted, slamming the truck door. "We've got things to do, and I wouldn't be surprised if the investors demanded their money back!"

"Ha!" Scott exclaimed, fetching a bag of groceries. "Selling a service to people when it costs more than they can afford is tough, Kev. Told you that fancy rubberizing foot paint was a mistake!"

"And I told you it's about quality!" Kevin argued as he grabbed another bag of groceries. The two brothers marched to Granny's door and were about to knock when the door banged open.

Kevin and Scott exchanged a glance, looking at the strange young man in a suit in a doorway.

"You should take the time to consider the offer, ma'am," the young man insisted.

"Thank you, but no!" Granny said, then turned to Kevin. "Oh, Kevin, won't you be a dear and show this insistent young man off my property?"

"That won't be necessary, sir." The man put his card down on the hall table and walked away.

"What was that about, Granny?" Kevin asked.

"Some developers want to buy my house," Granny shook her head and marched inside, Kevin and Scott following her.

"What did they even offer?" Kevin asked, glancing around the old house.

"Around 80 thousand," Granny replied.

"What? No offense, Granny, but this house isn't worth so much!" Kevin said, looking at the faded wallpapers, crude wooden beam, and bowed floorboards.

"Those developers are paying for the little plot of my land, son. They want to develop some exclusive housing estate here."

"Well, it's a great deal!" Kevin set his bag of groceries on the kitchen counter.

"Yeah! Why don't you sell it?" Scott added.

Granny huffed and shook her head. "This house is worth more than that measly amount, boys! See this?" Granny rested her palm against the stone mantelpiece. "Your great-grandfather built this mantle with his hands, your great-grandmother gave birth in that bedroom, and that chunk knocked out of the beam over there…"

"Great–Aunt Susie fought off a burglar!" Kevin sighed. "We've heard these stories before, Gran."

"And you'll hear them again! One day, I hope you'll tell them to your children because that's what makes this house so valuable, boys. Our family lives on in this house, and you can't put a price on that."

''You should be practical about this, Grandma,'' Scott said. ''I know this place has sentimental value, but it also costs a lot in upkeep, and these people are willing—"

"Don't you dare suggest I sell! I intend to live the rest of my days here, Scott. If the history of our ancestral home means so little to the pair of you two, then you can sell it after I'm gone from this world!"

***

"I can't believe Granny is being so foolish about this," Scott said as he and Kevin returned to their truck. They'd tried to convince Granny to sell the house, but she didn't budge.

"It's more than foolishness, Scott! That money is the solution to all our problems," Kevin said, climbing into the truck. "And we won't see a penny of the money until Granny passes away soon."

"So what are you suggesting?" Scott asked as Kevin started the truck with a thunderous roar.

Kevin grinned. "I got a plan, brother, and it ain't gonna hurt anybody."

A week later, Scott and Kevin were at Granny's house for lunch, but Scott couldn't bring himself to even have a bite of the delicious pot roast.

"Is something wrong, dear?" Granny asked Scott, resting her hand against his forehead. "You aren't warm, but you don't look well."

"I think I'll just lie down for a while."

But before Scott took two steps, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed to the floor.

Granny rushed to the kitchen and sprinkled some water on Scott's face, but he didn't respond.

''Over here, please hurry!" Kevin had waited outside for the ambulance to arrive and ran inside to show them where his brother lay on the floor. It was difficult to see precisely what the paramedic was doing to his brother, but Kevin trusted that he was in good hands.

''Your brother's condition is stable for now,"' The paramedic said eventually. "But we'll have to transport him to the hospital."

''Then get going!" Granny urged them. ''You must do everything you can for my grandson!"

Kevin stayed by Scott's side as the paramedics transferred him to a stretcher and took him outside to the ambulance. Then he climbed in the back with Scott and the paramedic.

''Is the coast clear?" Scott lifted his head as the ambulance door was shut.

"Everything worked perfectly," Kevin grinned, slipping the paramedic a hundred-dollar bill and patting his shoulder.

"It's been great doing business with you," the paramedic smiled, stuffing the money into his pocket as the ambulance drove away.

A few hours later, Kevin returned to Granny's house and passed her Scott's medical note.

"I don't know what to do, Granny. Scott's situation is bad. How are we going to get money for his treatment?"

Kevin watched Granny scan the page. "I didn't want to do it for myself but for Scott..."

"What do you mean? What's wrong, Gran?" asked Kevin.

"I'm sick too, Kevin. The doctor told me to get surgery before it's too late."

At that point, Kevin felt awful. He could tell Granny the truth and get another note from the doctor, telling Scott had miraculously healed. But then, he remembered how much the crooked doctor had charged him for the first letter, the money he owed the participants of the scheme, and all the business debts he'd incurred over the past year.

"But I wasn't going to get the surgery done anyhow. I'll call those developers and let them know I've decided to sell the house," Granny's tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked up at the mantel.

"I'm so sorry, Granny. I don't want to see you suffer, but if that's what you want, let's do it." Kevin placed his arms reassuringly around her shoulder. "It'll all work out for the best, Granny. You'll see."

A week later, Kevin returned to Granny's house and told her he'd taken care of everything. "I found a nursing home that'll provide all the care you need, Gran. They're expecting you, and we need to leave right away."

"Oh," Granny hunched her shoulders and hung her head. "If you and Scott think it's for the best, I'll follow your plan. And I did think about the transfer of this house's ownership. I've already spoken to my lawyer. It's best if you boys handle the sale."

"Don't worry about it, Granny," Kevin consoled her. "This has been an emotional time for you, and I don't want you to go through the stress of dealing with the paperwork. We'll take care of it."

Kevin helped Rachel pack her things and drove her to her new home. Then he went to the hospital and told Scott that Granny was out of the house.

"Finally!" Scott ripped off the wires and tubes connected to his body and tossed them aside. "Let's go get our money!"

A bulldozer, a dump truck, and an excavator crowded the road in front of Grandma's house. Kevin and Scott grinned at each other as they drove past and found a place to park a little way down the street.

"Good day, fellas! When are we starting the demolition?" Kevin asked the foreman.

"As soon as the property's unoccupied, sir," the man said, pointing to the yard. "I thought you said the house would be empty."

Kevin looked at Granny's yard, only to find a man cutting the long-neglected lawn and three children playing at the base of the old tree shading the porch.

Kevin marched to the man, who turned off the mower to talk to Kevin. "We live here, young man. The kind old lady who lived here sold it to us for a token price and a promise that we'd treasure this place."

"You're trespassing and illegally occupying the house! We're her grandsons, and this place belongs to us!" Kevin demanded.

"Oh, I understand now. Mrs. Rachel informed me you boys might come back, needing clarification about her arrangements. I've got something. Wait here while I fetch it."

The man returned with a letter for Scott and Kevin. Kevin opened it and began reading, Scott pressing against Kevin's side and reading over his brother's shoulder.

"Dear Scott and Kevin,

You cannot imagine how frightened I was when Scott collapsed in my house. I was worried and couldn't sit idly by after he was rushed to the hospital, so I followed you.

I could never have imagined the deception I'd uncover that day. You boys broke my heart and forced me to make a painful choice. A part of me couldn't believe you'd go through with this trickery, so I devised a plan.

I wanted to see how far you would go to pursue your greed and worldly desires, so I told Kevin I was sick. I know you boys too well to think Kevin would admit to his lie, but I expected this news to change his mind. But I was disappointed.

So, I sold my home to a young family who appreciates the true value of the place. Can you believe they recorded a video of me telling the stories of every scratch and imperfection so they could preserve them for their kids?

And yes, I don't need your stupid nursing home care, so I've made my own arrangements. I wouldn't disclose the information here, however, because I don't want to lay eyes on you traitors again!"

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