Chapter 7 - THE EVICTION NOTICE REVERSED
Instead of packing my bags as Ethan had rudely demanded the night before, I walked out of the cottage and strolled up the stone path toward the main house. Vanessa spotted me first, her expression shifting from panic to arrogant annoyance. “What are you still doing here? I thought we told you to pack!” she snapped. Ethan stormed over, his face flushed red. “Mom, my cards are blocked, the estate management office is saying our title is under review, and some lawyer named Hale claims our line of credit is frozen. What did you do?” I looked them both dead in the eye, letting the morning sunlight catch the fading bruise on my temple. “You told me I was broke and useless,” I said evenly. “It turns out I just own the doors you throw people through.”
