Chapter 3: The Cold Document of Justice
"What are you still doing here?" Bradley demanded, trying to hide the sudden panic in his voice. "I told you to leave! And what are the cops doing outside?"
Eleanor stepped forward, crossing the threshold back into the foyer. The police officers walked up the steps behind her, their hands resting authoritatively on their belts.
"I came to serve you with the eviction notice," Eleanor said.
She said it with a cold, unforgiving authority that froze the blood in Bradley's veins.
Tiffany gasped, taking a step back. "Eviction notice? Are you senile, old woman? This is Bradley’s house! His name is on the family trust!"
Eleanor held up the papers, turning them so the bright red stamp faced the couple.
"The family trust was dissolved three months ago when you defaulted on the business loans I co-signed, Bradley," Eleanor explained, her voice dropping into a chillingly calm, dangerous register. "You thought you inherited this house. You thought because I let you sleep here, you owned it."
Bradley looked up, his eyes scanning the legal documents. His gaze locked onto the stamp, then onto the bold letters at the top of the page: NOTICE OF IMMEDIATE EVICTION - PROPERTY SOLD.
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"No... no, this is a mistake," Bradley stammered, his face turning a sickly, ghostly shade of pale gray. "Who did you sell it to? You can't just sell my house!"
"It was never your house, son," Eleanor whispered, her eyes piercing through his toxic ego. "I bought this land before you were born. And yesterday at 4:00 PM, the deed was legally transferred to New Horizon Real Estate Holdings. I have already received the funds. The house you were sleeping in was already sold."
