The man’s face shifted—first confusion, then anger. Helen covered her mouth, her eyes wide. Alex reached into his bag and pulled out a sealed envelope he had carried for years. Inside were the original property documents, notarized and legally binding.
Richard took a step back. “That… that’s impossible.”
“No,” Alex said, meeting his stare. “What’s impossible is you thinking you can erase me.”
Helen whispered, “Alex, please—”
But before she could finish, Richard lunged forward, his fists clenched, his eyes burning with rage.
The real confrontation had only just begun…
Alex braced himself, expecting another punch, but this time he was ready. He dodged sideways, and Richard stumbled past him, nearly crashing into the garden gate. Helen screamed for them both to stop, but the years of resentment swirling inside the house were far louder than her voice.
“Get off my property,” Richard growled, recovering his balance.
