Chapter 4 - Confronting Aunt Betsy About The House Deed Plot
The next morning, my phone rang before the sun had even crested the horizon. It was Aunt Betsy, her voice dripping with venom and artificial self-righteousness.
"Connor, you need to drop these ridiculous charges against your mother immediately," Betsy demanded without even saying hello. "She was only trying to protect your family's future from that gold-digging wife of yours."
"Protect us?" I shouted into the receiver, my hand tightening around the phone until my knuckles turned white. "You were all sitting in my home while my sick wife was treated like a slave!"
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"Amy didn't earn her keep, and you know it," Betsy snapped back defensively. "That house was supposed to belong to the family trust anyway."
"Consider yourself lucky the police didn't arrest you right alongside Mason," I hissed before disconnecting the call. The sheer audacity of my extended family made my blood boil with righteous fury.
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