After Ethan Jenkins’s death, his widow, Myra, discovered that his entire estate would go to his newest business partner, Carl Ferguson, so she was forced to live in a dirty, old trailer. But their kids would not let the matter go, and they found out something shocking.
“My deepest condolences, Myra,” Carl Ferguson told Myra at her husband, Ethan Jenkins’ funeral.
His death was felt through the community in their town in Oregon. He was the founder of a major clothing store, although it started as a small business many decades ago.
He met Myra when she came looking for a job as a seamstress, and they got married shortly afterward. She continued working, and as the business grew, so did her role. Eventually, she helped Ethan run it.
People paid Myra their condolences at the funeral. | Source: Pexels
Sadly, Ethan passed away at the age of 82 years old. He and Myra had been together for 55 years, and they had three children together — Marcus, Alexandra, and Johnny — who were all accompanying her at the funeral. Some of the executives were also in attendance, like Carl Ferguson.
“My deepest condolences, Myra,” Carl Ferguson told Myra at her husband, Ethan Jenkins’ funeral.
His death was felt through the community in their town in Oregon. He was the founder of a major clothing store, although it started as a small business many decades ago.
He met Myra when she came looking for a job as a seamstress, and they got married shortly afterward. She continued working, and as the business grew, so did her role. Eventually, she helped Ethan run it.
People paid Myra their condolences at the funeral. | Source: Pexels
Sadly, Ethan passed away at the age of 82 years old. He and Myra had been together for 55 years, and they had three children together — Marcus, Alexandra, and Johnny — who were all accompanying her at the funeral. Some of the executives were also in attendance, like Carl Ferguson.
“Yes, I have to. Your father wanted this for some odd reason. He forced this on me. Well, that Ferguson guy is also kind of forcing me to live there. He was ‘surprised’ by this, but he didn’t reject it,” Myra continued.
“Thank you, Carl,” she responded to the man’s words of comfort. She didn’t think much of him as other people came to offer their sympathies, but she should have noted the glint in Ferguson’s eyes.
Several weeks after the funeral, Myra was waiting with her children to see about the division of Ethan’s assets. She expected to get half of his estate, and the rest would be divided between the kids. But she hoped that they could arrange for them to get more of the business. At 79 years old, she was ready to let them handle it completely.
Unfortunately, they received the most surprising news. According to Ethan’s will, almost the entire estate, including Myra’s mansion, would go to Carl Ferguson, who was sitting quietly at one side of the room.
Johnny yelled, angry at the idea that their father would leave everything to someone outside of the family.. | Source: Pexels
“That’s preposterous! That man isn’t family!” Johnny yelled at the lawyer, jumping out of his chair.
“Can you check again? My parents worked hard to get that house. It just doesn’t make any sense,” Alexandra chimed in, grabbing her brother’s shoulder to prevent him from causing a bigger scene.
Marcus was quiet but focused on his thoughts. He didn’t even look at Mr. Ferguson, but he knew something was off. Although neither of them wanted to be involved in the clothing business, they couldn’t imagine just handing it to a business partner. The other executives were not going to like this either. He was formulating a plan in his mind.
Meanwhile, Myra started crying quietly. She was mourning her husband’s death. She didn’t really care about that house anymore and had started thinking about selling it, mainly since she lived alone. But this didn’t seem right.
“I’m sorry that you’re upset. But this is the will Mr. Jenkins drafted with me, and there’s nothing else can I do,” Mr. Rothstein told them.
His siblings were still trying to argue, but Marcus spoke up. “Ok, Mr. Rothstein. Can you tell us what else is in the will?”
“Well, he left your mother his old trailer, and there are also a few things for all of you. He wanted you to have your old things from your rooms at the mansion. But that’s about it,” the attorney continued, reading several other things.
Marcus was thinking hard, and he turned toward Mr. Ferguson. “We’re going to respect our father’s wishes. But is there a way for you to let our mother have her house? The company is yours,” he asked, knowing the answer already.
Unlike his brother, Marcus remained calm because he was coming up with a plan. | Source: Pexels
“Ugh… I think if your father wanted me to have the house, we should respect that too. But I want you to know, son, that I’m just as surprised by this as anyone,” the older man responded, sitting straighter on his chair and raising his hands.
“Alright,” Marcus said, acting completely calm. “We’re going to help our mother move out and get the things Dad left us.”
“ARE YOU INSANE?” Johnny yelled at his brother, his hands in the air.
“Johnny, calm down. We’ll talk about this later,” Marcus said imperatively to his little brother. “Are we done here? Come on, Mom.” The three siblings grabbed their crying mother and left.
Over the next few days, they picked up their things from the mansion, but there was something that even calm Marcus couldn’t predict: their mother refused to move in with them.
“I’m moving to your father’s trailer,” she revealed, shocking all their children.
“Mom, be serious. You’re coming home with me,” Alexandra insisted. “You’ll help me with the kids, and we’ll build an in-law suite for you as soon as we can.”
“No, your father left me the trailer, and that’s where I’m going to live from now on,” Myra stated. “Now, drive me there.”
“Mom, no. We haven’t even seen that trailer in years. It’s probably dilapidated,” Johnny echoed her sister’s sentiment and tried to make her see reason. “You don’t have to live there just because you’ve been forced out of your house.”
The conditions of the trailer were terrible, and Alexandra didn’t want her mother to live there. | Source: Pexels
“Yes, I have to. Your father wanted this for some odd reason. He forced this on me. Well, that Ferguson guy is also kind of forcing me to live there. He was ‘surprised’ by this, but he didn’t reject it,” Myra continued, and there was nothing her children could do about it.
Alexandra drove her to the trailer located in a rented lot near the sea where their dad used to fish. They opened the rusty door, which creaked loudly. Inside, they were assaulted by a cloud of dust. The air smelled stale and fishy, and although they had not used the place in years, there were dirty dishes in the sink.
“NO! Mom! NO! We’re going to my house! NOW!” Alexandra stated once again, trying to push her mother out of the house, but the older woman stayed planted, and even at her age, her daughter couldn’t move her.
“You can’t do that. I have to live here. I HAVE TO! YOUR FATHER WANTED ME TO!” Myra wailed and started crying again. Alexandra led her to the dirty old bed and sat down with her.
She had no idea why her mother was being this obstinate, but she couldn’t do anything but support her now. None of this made any sense. She couldn’t imagine why their father had given away everything they worked together to build.
“Please, Alexandra. I’m forced to live here now. This is in my name,” Myra stuttered through the tears, and Alexandra placated her.
