One modest rural house, passed down through the generations, suddenly becomes a test of moral fiber. The guy who inherited it wants to sell it fair and square. The mother, now comfortably cushioned by remarried wealth, wants him to play local savior. Her plan involves selling to a family friend for a generous discount, in the name of community spirit. He’s still living on a teacher’s salary and doing mental math on medical bills, but apparently he’s the selfish one for wanting market value. It’s like the Inheritance magically sent the mother the ancient Greece and turned her into a financial moral philosopher, looking for virtue in her son’s pockets.