I Found a Message While Renovating Our Late Parents’ Home – My Brother, Who Wanted to Sell the House, Is Now Furious

When our parents passed away, they left properties for their sons to divide, including their childhood home. While Aaron wanted to sell the old house, Ian decided there was something special about it and claimed it, hoping to renovate it to its former glory. As he and his wife, Laura, renovated the house, they found a note from Ian’s father, leading them to a box hidden beneath an oak tree in the garden. The contents of the box changed everything.

Of course, when our parents died, my brother revealed his true materialistic colors. Following their death, we inherited some property, including two houses. One house was where our parents lived during their last years, and the other was the run-down house where we grew up.

Our dad was a sentimental man and refused to sell the old place, hoping we would renovate it and raise our families there, just like he did. “It’s a great place to raise a family, boys,” he would say.

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