When our mother fell seriously ill, my sister Samira suddenly stepped in, moved in with her, and shut me out. She claimed she was caring for Mom, but I knew her intentions weren’t pure—Samira had always been selfish and only interested in money.

Mom had raised us alone through poverty, working multiple jobs to give us a better life. I remembered those hard years, but Samira, being younger, didn’t seem to.

When Mom told me she was terminally ill, I offered to help, but she asked me not to tell Samira right away. A month later, Samira found out—and immediately took over. She accused me of only wanting an inheritance and banned me from visiting.

I found ways to see Mom secretly, learning how Samira controlled her and used her money for herself. I began paying Mom’s medical bills directly, noticing how quickly the rest of the money was vanishing.

As Mom’s condition worsened and she was hospitalized, Samira couldn’t keep me away. I stayed by Mom’s side, even as Samira hovered possessively.

Then one day, Samira dropped a bomb—Mom’s money was almost gone, and she needed more. I refused, knowing she was still thinking only of herself.

After Mom passed, Samira showed up with a will claiming everything was hers. But when I visited Dr. Miller, he handed me something from Mom: a newer,