I Gave an Elderly Woman a Free Taxi Ride — Weeks Later, I Was Caught in a Rough Court Battle I Never Saw Coming

“Margaret’s Last Gift”

Margaret had no one.

When I met her at the care home, she was just a frail old woman sitting by the window, staring at nothing. Staff said she had no visitors, no family who cared. So, I started visiting.

Sometimes, we talked. Sometimes, we sat in silence, her small, delicate hand resting in mine.

And then, one morning… she was gone.

No one came for her. No calls. No claims.

So, I arranged her funeral. **Because someone had to.**

#### **The Uninvited Guests**
The day of the service, three strangers walked in like they owned the place.

*”We’re her grandkids,”* one sneered. *”Who are you?”*

Before I could respond, another man entered.

*”I’m her son,”* he said, voice cold. *”I’m here for my mother’s estate.”*

Estate?

Margaret had told me she had **no one.** No family left. **No fortune.**

Then, a week later, I was served court papers.

**They were suing me for inheritance fraud.**

#### **In Court**
They came **prepared.**

Expensive suits. Smug expressions. High-powered lawyers.

They sat confidently, whispering among themselves. They thought they had already won.

Then, the judge spoke.

*”After reviewing the will of the deceased…”*

I held my breath.

*”…the court finds that the estate, including all assets, has been legally transferred… to the sole beneficiary named in her final testament.”*

The grandkids sat up straighter. The son smirked.

Then the judge continued.

*”The sole beneficiary is—”*

**”Her friend, the one who cared for her until the end.”**

The room fell **silent.**

The grandkids’ jaws **dropped.** The son **went pale.**

I turned, meeting their furious stares with a calm smile.

Margaret had made sure her final gift went **exactly where she wanted.**