Chapter 5 - The Eviction at Dawn
The man on the porch wasn't a courier; he was Mr. Vance, the senior estate attorney who had handled Arthur’s final wishes five years ago.
"Mr. Preston," Vance said, stepping into the chaotic foyer without waiting for an invitation.
"I am here on behalf of your mother, Helen Preston. We have officially filed the structural audit with the probate court this morning."
Megan rushed down the stairs, her arms crossed tightly over her cashmere sweater. "We are fighting this eviction, Mr. Vance. We have equity in this property."
"You have zero equity, Mrs. Preston," the attorney replied coldly, sliding a certified bank transcript across the counter.
"The five thousand dollars a month you believed was your husband's corporate dividend was actually a discretionary allowance from your mother's personal trust."
"Since that trust has been legally dissolved as of 12:01 a.m., the property utility fees, the vehicle leases, and the country club memberships are now your personal responsibility."
The room went entirely cold.
Ryan sank onto the bottom step of the staircase, his head dropping into his hands as the true scale of his financial dependence was laid bare.
He had spent five years believing his corporate success was the reason his family lived so comfortably, never realizing his mother had been quietly paying the price for his pride.
"Where is she?" Ryan whispered, looking up at the attorney with bloodshot eyes. "Just let me talk to her. I can fix this."
"She doesn't wish to speak with you, Ryan," Mr. Vance said, closing his briefcase with a sharp click.
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"She spent thirty-four years listening to you. Now, she's enjoying the quiet."
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