Chapter 7 - The Phone Call
Across town, Patricia sat in a quiet coffee shop, sipping a warm cappuccino while reading a book. Her phone was propped up on the marble table.
"It is not a scare tactic, David," Patricia said smoothly, her voice completely calm, steady, and devoid of any emotion. "It is an official court order."
"Mom, you can't do this to us!" David begged, his voice trembling so loudly that Rachel and Brenda could hear every word through the speakerphone. "Where are we supposed to go?! We don't have enough money saved for a down payment on a place in Oakridge!"
"That is no longer my concern, David," Patricia replied gently. "For three years, you stood by and watched your wife treat me like an unpaid servant in my own house. You gave your mother-in-law the guest suite while you relegated your own mother to a damp basement."
"Patricia!" Rachel interjected furiously, leaning over David's phone. "You can't just throw us out! We've paid mortgage installments! We have rights as tenants!"
"Actually, Rachel," Patricia countered with icy precision, "my attorney checked the financial records. Every mortgage payment David made was transferred from a joint account that was funded partly by my late husband's pension dividends. You have no legal equity in my home."
Brenda gasped loudly in the background, clutching her pearl necklace in total shock.
"Mom... please," David wept quietly into the phone. "Come home. We can talk about this. Rachel will apologize! I'll clean the whole house! I'll move you back into the master suite!"
Patricia closed her book with a soft thud.
"You had three years to treat me like a mother, David," Patricia whispered. "You only care now because you're losing your comfort. The locksmith is scheduled for the fifteenth. Have your things packed."
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Before David could speak another word, Patricia hung up the phone.
👉 Read Part 8 to see what happened when the eviction deadline arrived.
