The heavy oak door was halfway open, and the cold wind was already blowing into the foyer. Victoria crossed her arms, a smug smile of victory painted on her lips. “Go back to where you came from,” she sneered. “My son will realize his mistake soon enough. This house is for family only.”
Elena wiped a tear, but her expression hardened. She stopped pushing her suitcase and turned around slowly. “You’re right, Victoria. This house is for family. Specifically, the heir.”
She smoothed out the crumpled document she had been holding. It wasn’t just a DNA test proving the lineage—it was a copy of the late grandfather’s irrevocable trust.
“Read Clause 4,” Elena said, her voice shaking but loud.
Victoria snatched the paper, her eyes scanning the legal jargon. Her face went from smug to ghostly pale in seconds. The grandfather had bypassed his spendthrift daughter-in-law entirely. The deed to the Kensington Estate automatically transferred to the first legitimate grandchild upon proof of conception.
“That baby,” Elena said, pointing to her stomach, “is the legal owner of this house. Which means I am the legal guardian of the property.”
Victoria dropped the paper, her hands trembling. She looked at the servants, who were now struggling to hide their grins.
“You have an hour to pack your things, Victoria,” Elena said, closing the door and locking the cold out. “And please, try not to scratch the floors on your way out.”
