“What are you talking about?” Beatrice hissed, lowering her voice in a desperate attempt to avoid humiliating herself in front of her guests. “This is our family home! You can’t speak to me this way!”
“This estate belongs to the Caldwell Trust, and I am the sole trustee,” I answered while motioning for David to open the folio. “For years, I allowed you to live here and oversee our social affairs out of respect for our late parents. But today you crossed a line that cannot be undone. You used my son’s death to abuse his widow and exile his child. You cast out my grandson.”
David stepped forward and handed Beatrice a stack of legal notices.
“As of ten minutes ago,” he said professionally, “your executive stipend from the Caldwell Foundation has been suspended indefinitely. Additionally, your residency rights on this property have been terminated. You have seventy-two hours to remove your belongings.”
Beatrice trembled violently while glancing around at the whispering guests surrounding her. Her arrogance collapsed completely.
