“His children were trying to have him declared mentally unfit.”
Victor had three adult children. All of them were already financially comfortable, but they wanted control of his estate, his house, and his medical decisions.
After his heart condition became worse, they started arriving with lawyers and forms for him to sign. They wanted to move him into a cheaper care facility and sell his home.
“He was still lucid,” Elodie said. “His speech was slow, and he was physically weak, but he understood everything.”
“Then why didn’t he stop them?”
“He tried. They kept telling people he was confused.”
His children rarely visited unless money or legal papers were involved. One son called him a burden in the hospital hallway. His daughter asked the doctor whether certain comfort measures could be started earlier because the situation had become difficult for everyone.
Victor heard her.
He pretended he had not.
“At first, I was only his student nurse,” Elodie continued. “I checked his blood pressure, helped him eat, and sat with him when he couldn’t sleep.”
“When did you discover he was the donor?”
“A few weeks later. I remembered the receipt you kept in your bedroom drawer and compared the signatures.”
She quietly asked questions and eventually confirmed that Victor had funded the program that paid for my treatment.
“When I told him who you were, he cried,” she said.
I covered my mouth.
“He remembered your case number, not your name. He said he used to ask the hospital whether the people helped by the program recovered.”
“What did he say about me?”
“He asked, ‘So your mother made it?’ When I said yes, he closed his eyes and said, ‘Good.’”
Tears blurred my vision.
“Then why did he ask you to marry him?”
“His children filed a petition to take control of his affairs. They said the hospital staff and his solicitor were influencing him. They were also trying to remove the friend he had chosen to make medical decisions.”
Victor wanted to remain in his own home with professional care. His doctors believed it was possible, but his children wanted him moved before the court hearing.
“He needed someone with clear legal standing who would respect his decisions,” Elodie said. “He trusted me.”
“Why not his lawyer?”
“His children were already challenging everyone around him. They accused the nurses, the solicitor, and even me of wanting something from him.”
“And marrying you helped?”
“It gave me legal standing as his wife. Before the wedding, two independent doctors evaluated him and confirmed that he understood what he was doing. He also signed a prenuptial agreement.”
Elodie placed another document in front of me.
According to the agreement, she would receive no ownership of Victor’s company, house, investments, or estate.
“You married a seriously ill man to protect him from his own children,” I said.
“I married a good man so he could keep his home and make his own choices.”
Shame came over me all at once.
I remembered every harsh thing I had said on the phone. I had accused my daughter before giving her the chance to explain.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Elodie began crying too.
“You reacted the way many people would.”
“No. I reacted the way I did. I should have trusted you enough to listen.”
She told me Victor’s children had written far worse things about her in their legal papers. They accused her of manipulating him, isolating him, and entering the marriage for financial gain.
“That’s why I couldn’t explain everything on the phone,” she said. “I needed you to see the documents.”
A week later, I traveled to London with her.
Victor lived in a quiet house outside the city. When we arrived, he was sitting in a wheelchair beside a large window with a blanket across his knees.
He looked older and weaker than he had in the photograph.
When Elodie introduced me, he studied my face for a long moment.
“So,” he said slowly, “you’re the woman who caused all this trouble.”
I did not understand until he smiled.
I knelt beside his chair and took his thin hand.
“I don’t know how to thank you.”
He glanced toward Elodie.
“You already did. You raised her.”
I stayed at the house for three weeks.
During that time, I watched my daughter care for Victor. She organized his medication, spoke with doctors, and helped him complete exercises on the days he had enough strength.
There were no expensive dinners, romantic holidays, or luxury gifts.
There were hospital appointments, legal calls, and long nights when Victor was too weak to lift a glass.
His children visited once while I was there. They barely spoke to him. Most of their questions were directed at his solicitor.
One of his sons looked at Elodie coldly.
“Everyone can see what you’re doing.”
“I’m following Victor’s written wishes,” she replied.
“You’re waiting for him to be gone.”
Victor tightened his hand around the arm of his wheelchair.
“My children started waiting long before she arrived,” he said.
The court hearing took place several days later.
Victor’s children argued that their father had been influenced by a much younger woman and was no longer capable of making important decisions. Their lawyer focused heavily on the age difference and the sudden marriage.
But Elodie had prepared carefully.
She presented recent medical evaluations, cognitive assessments, statements from doctors and nurses, signed instructions, and video recordings of Victor clearly explaining his wishes.
When it was Elodie’s turn to speak, her voice remained steady.
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