“Save your breath, Wendy,” Grandma said flatly. “The temporary power of attorney is revoked. The clerk at the county office has already flagged the fraudulent quitclaim deed for police investigation, and my bank accounts are completely frozen to your signature.”
Arthur took a desperate step forward, his voice cracking.
“Mom, please! My business was facing a temporary cash-flow crisis! We were going to put the money back once the property sold!”
“You put a price tag on my life, Arthur,” Grandma Eleanor said, her eyes cold as flint. “You left me in a lobby like an unwanted bag of trash so you could steal the home your father built with his own hands.”
She reached into her coat, pulled out her spare house keys, and handed them to me.
“Ivan, please help your parents carry their things out to their car,” she instructed quietly. “They have ten minutes before the sheriff’s deputy I called arrives to escort them off my land.”
