Chapter 11 - THE EXPULSION TO THE STREETS
Downstairs on the sunlit sidewalk outside the Chicago medical center, Mark and Elena were unceremoniously dumped by security.
Mark stumbled forward onto the concrete pavement, his navy blue polo shirt tearing slightly at the shoulder seam.
Elena clutched her designer handbag to her chest, her silver hair ruffled by the cool autumn breeze.
"This is a nightmare... a complete nightmare," Elena muttered, looking around the bustling city street in utter shock.
Mark scrambled to his feet, pulling his dead phone out of his pocket and tapping the screen in blind desperation.
"My cards are still locked. Even my emergency credit line is reporting fraud flags," Mark hissed through gritted teeth.
Passersby hurried past them on the sidewalk, casting annoyed glances at the disheveled man blocking their path.
"We need to call your father's lawyer," Elena suggested urgently, her voice shaking with panic.
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"Dad's lawyer works for Vance Global Holdings, Mom! Don't you get it? Clara owns everything!" Mark roared in despair.
The realization hit them both like a physical blow: they were entirely penniless, homeless, and stripped of power.
