I Disguised Myself as Homeless and Entered a Supermarket to Choose My Heir

His honesty convinced me even more. Suddenly, long-lost relatives appeared—angry, demanding, one even threatening to ruin him. Lewis refused the inheritance, saying it would only paint a target on his back. “Build something they can’t poison,” he told me.

So I created a foundation—food banks, scholarships, second-chance programs—and named Lewis its lifetime director. My time is short, but I’ll die knowing this: my true heir wasn’t found through blood, but in one quiet act of kindness.