Chapter 5
The following morning, the sun rose over the sprawling Vella estate in Greenwich, Connecticut.
Arthur pulled his Mercedes sedan up to the iron security gates, pressing his thumb against the biometric scanner.
A harsh red light flashed on the panel, accompanied by an automated voice announcing access denied.
Two armed private security guards stepped out from the stone guardhouse, holding tactical clipboards.
"Mr. Arthur Vella, you are no longer permitted on the property," the senior guard stated firmly.
Arthur threw open his car door, stepping out into the chilly morning air with wild eyes.
"I built this mansion thirty years ago!" Arthur screamed, pointing at the grand brick estate beyond the lawn.
"My clothes, my legal documents, and my safe are inside that house!"
The heavy iron gates swung open slowly, revealing a commercial moving truck parked on the driveway.
Four movers emerged, carrying large wooden crates filled with clothes, golf clubs, and personal oil paintings.
Evelyn walked down the front steps wearing a sharp black suit, holding a leather folder under her arm.
"Your personal belongings have been inventoried and packed with extreme care, Father," Evelyn called out calmly.
"They are being delivered to a short-term storage facility in Newark."
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Arthur gripped the iron bars of the gate, his knuckles turning white as his body trembled with anger.
"You have no legal right to evict your own father from his primary residence!" he yelled.
