Patrick’s patience evaporated when he exclaimed, “Natalie, stop these games and let us in!”
Instead of moving, I pointed at the envelope and said, “Read it.”
He tore it from the wall and eagerly opened it.
Inside, he found three documents.
The first document was a copy of the deed and closing statement showing only my name as the legal owner.
The second document listed all the suspicious bank transfers he had made, highlighted and totaled in red ink.
The third document was a letter from my lawyer explaining that Patrick’s financial access had been revoked and warning that any unauthorized entry onto the property would be considered trespassing.
Patrick read the pages with a trembling hand.
“That’s ridiculous,” he said. “You can’t do that.”
“I’ve already done that,” I replied calmly.
Harold finally spoke, fixing his gaze on his son. “Patrick, you told us the house belonged to both of you.”
Deborah quickly grabbed the papers and scanned them before glaring at me. “Are you threatening to call the police on my son?”
“I’m protecting myself,” I replied. “Your son took money from my account and tried to throw me out of my home.”
