But what seemed simple became confusing when something unexpected happened, leaving Daphne unsure and seeking advice.

Dad died and left me his small house. I asked his wife to pay rent with the $10k he left her, or she could go live with her son. She refused, saying, “How dare you? I lived here for 18 years!” So, I evicted her.

A year passed, and I didn’t hear from her. Yesterday, she called, demanding to see me. I went; my blood ran cold when I found out that the new, small apartment she was living in was bought by my dad.

She said he used the rest of his savings to buy it for her before he died, so she’d have a safe place if she was ever kicked out.

She signed a deal saying the flat would go to me after she passed if she stayed in the house she shared with my dad. But if she was forced to leave, she could give it to anyone—and now, she’s leaving it to her son.

Here’s Daphne’s letter: