Chapter 3 - Confronting Linda In The Quiet Midnight Kitchen
The grandfather clock in the hallway struck two in the morning as Arthur stepped quietly down the wooden stairs. Soft murmurs drifted from the kitchen where Linda and Sabrina sat whispering over a stack of mortgage papers.
“Once the final papers are signed tomorrow, he won't even realize his shop is gone,” Linda chuckled softly. Sabrina nodded eagerly, sipping her iced coffee while reviewing a glamorous honeymoon itinerary for Europe.
“Dad is too old-fashioned and weak to fight back against a federal bank loan anyway,” Sabrina dismissed dismissively. Arthur stepped out from the darkened hallway shadows into the harsh kitchen light.
“Is that so, Sabrina?” Arthur asked quietly, his voice cutting through the midnight air like a razor blade. Both women jumped in their seats, their faces instantly draining of all color as they spun around to face him.
Linda recovered her composure first, forcing an ugly, defensive sneer across her face. “What are you doing creeping around in the dark like a ghost, Arthur?” she snapped nervously.
“I was just listening to my loving family plan how to steal my home and livelihood,” Arthur replied evenly. Sabrina crossed her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes with absolute contempt.
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“It’s not stealing if you’re too incompetent to manage property in a modern economy, Arthur,” Sabrina sneered. Arthur looked at the young woman he had raised since she was a toddler, feeling a profound sense of disgust.
“You might have my face in wedding photographs, Sabrina, but you don't have my estate,” Arthur stated coldly. He turned his back on them and walked upstairs, leaving the two conspirators shivering in sudden panic.
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