Chapter 7 - The Confrontation Inside The Cold Coach House Deepens
Back in the coach house, Maria stood directly between the burly security guard and the frail sixty-two-year-old mother resting on the couch.
“You can’t take her out into this rain, Marcus! She has pneumonia! It will kill her!” Maria shouted, refusing to yield an inch.
Marcus grabbed Maria’s shoulder roughly, throwing her to the side so hard she crashed against the wooden bookshelf, sending books scattering down.
“Mind your place, maid! You’re fired as of tonight!” Marcus growled, reaching down to grab Eleanor’s arm to force her to her feet.
“Keep your hands off my mother-in-law!” a sharp, icy voice commanded from the open doorway of the coach house.
Marcus froze, slowly turning his head to see Victoria standing under a black umbrella, her diamond necklace glittering under the dim yellow light.
She walked inside, stepping over the fallen books with absolute disdain, her high heels clicking softly against the hardwood floorboards.
“Leave us, Marcus. Wait outside by the gate,” Victoria ordered calmly, not taking her cold, blue eyes off Eleanor for a second.
Marcus nodded respectfully, stepping out into the pouring rain, leaving the three women alone in the small, tension-filled room.
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Victoria knelt down until her face was mere inches from Eleanor’s pale, wet face, her smile sickeningly sweet and entirely devoid of warmth.
“You should have signed the European trust papers when I asked you nicely three months ago, Eleanor,” Victoria whispered softly into her ear.
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