Chapter 8 - The Morning After
At 7:30 AM the following morning, two heavy moving vans were parked outside the iron gates of the Ashford estate in Greenwich.
Four private security officers stood at the front doors as workers loaded furniture onto the trucks.
Eleanor stood on the lawn in a rumpled bathrobe, her blonde hair messy, clutching two cardboard boxes containing her personal clothes. Beside her sat Nathan, sitting on his suit luggage near the curb, his head resting in his hands.
A sleek black limousine pulled up to the driveway, its tinted windows reflecting the morning sun. The rear door opened, and Evelyn stepped out.
She wore a crisp white power suit, her brown hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, looking every bit the multi-billionaire CEO she was born to be.
Eleanor rushed toward the car, her voice hoarse from crying all night. “Evelyn! Please! Have mercy! We have nowhere to go! My sister won't even answer my calls!”
Evelyn stopped a few feet away, her expression calm and unbothered.
“Mercy, Eleanor?” Evelyn asked softly. “When I asked you to let my sick aunt stay in your guest room two years ago, what did you say to me?”
Eleanor froze, the memory flashing back into her mind. She had sneered at Evelyn and said, “This estate is for royalty, not charity cases.”
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“I remember every word you said to me,” Evelyn said quietly. “And unlike you, I pay my debts in full.”
👉 She nodded to the security team, who stepped forward to close the iron gates, locking Eleanor and Nathan outside forever.
