A girl’s parents don’t want her to marry a young man they think is poor, so his millionaire father pretends to be broke and teaches them a lesson.
When Sam Sutton invented a highly sought-after engine sealant, his wealth grew quickly, but his happiness was cut short when his wife Rain fell ill and passed away. Raising his son Will alone, Sam showered him with everything money could buy. However, Will soon realized that people were drawn to him only for his father’s money.
Determined to find genuine friends, Will devised a plan to appear poor while at Yale. It worked, and he met Eddy, a girl who loved him for who he was. When Will proposed, Eddy’s wealthy parents were horrified by his apparent poverty and treated him and Sam poorly.
At Christmas, Sam played along, dressing in shabby clothes and taking the bus to visit Eddy’s family. After they flaunted their wealth by gifting Will a Porsche, Sam handed Eddy the deed to a brownstone in Tribeca. Shocked, her parents realized Sam was actually a millionaire.
In the end, they accepted Will and treated Sam with newfound respect. Will and Eddy married, and Sam stayed close to his family.
The story teaches that money can’t buy love or health, and judging people by appearances can lead to embarrassment.
For Years My Neighbor Comes Home for 15 Minutes in the Middle of the Day — I Finally Dared to Take a Peek
As I hurried to my front door, I realized that I only had fifteen minutes left. I quickly headed toward the open window as soon as I thought no one was watching. I was happy that no neighbors were observing when I peered over the windowsill.
Their living area was same to all others. Mike faced away from me while holding a high-end camera. With a subtle smile, Jill turned to face him. My attention was drawn to a brief glimpse of motion near the room’s edge. Mike had my whole attention. His wife yelled, “Someone’s there!,” as our eyes locked, and I lost my breath. There’s someone looking inside!
No, no, no! I pondered. This is not possible!
With my heart racing, I hurried back to my house and secured the door. What was going through my mind? I peeked inside their house, but why? Had I caused them any offense? I thought they were going to call the cops.
The quiet was broken the following day by a knock on my door. Taking a glance through the peephole made my stomach turn. It was Mike. He pulled out a picture from an envelope he was holding. My picture. “Want to elaborate?” he inquired, seeming amused.
I admitted, embarrassed. To my astonishment, Mike grinned and extended an invitation to visit, stating that he loves Jill by taking her picture every day. I treasured their endearing custom and never looked out the window again after that day.
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