Tanya ripped open the envelope with a dismissive sneer, but as her eyes scanned the legal document, the LLC registration, and her uncle’s official signature, the color drained from her face. "This is a joke," Tanya stammered, her voice rising to a shrill pitch. "This is fake! My uncle would never sell this building! I'm family! I'm going to inherit this place!"
"He didn't sell it to strangers, Tanya," Emily said, her voice impossibly calm and steady. "We bought it. Every inch of it. The lease option on our side is fulfilled, and we own your side now, too." "You can't kick me out!" Tanya shrieked, stepping forward onto the porch, her hands trembling with sudden, unbridled rage. "My mother lives here! If you touch me, I'll sue you! I'll call Arthur right now!"
"Call him," Emily invited quietly. "He’s expecting your call, Tanya. He’s currently welcoming your mother to her new private cottage near his house. She moved her things out two hours ago while you were sleeping."