MISTAKE 160

Chapter 160: The plight of the Jones,

Her mind raced as she struggled to make sense of the unthinkable situation Cold one of Martin's nieces have made an underhanded move to take over the property while he conddet protest? She knew his relationship with his sister's children was complicated after what he did, but surely they wouldn't go so far as to leave her homeless while their cowm thee will

lived.

Old Mrs Jones was fighting for her life after her stroke and her daughters had disappad

In a last-ditch effort to stop whatever madness was unfolding, Gina dialed emergency services with shaking fingers. "I need police assistance right away," she told the operator urgently." There are trespassers in my home refusing to leave"

It wasn't long before the authorities arrived, sirens walling. But to Gina's utter bewilderment and dismay, the two officers who strode through her front door didn't seem interested in removing the movers at all.

"Ma'am, I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave the premises," one of the officers stated in a tone that made it clear he would accept no arguments.

"What? Why?" she sputtered, panic gripping her chest. "This is my home with my husband! These people are trespassing!"

The officer shook his head somberly. "That's not the case, ma'am. We were informed by the owner that you would likely refuse to vacate. This home was legitimately put into their name before your husband Martin fell into an unresponsive coma."

Gina felt as though she'd been punched in the gut, all the air rushing from her lungs in one dizzyingly painful burst. Could it be true? Had Martin's own child from a previous relationship made a decisive move to take over the property while he lay trapped in that endless slumber? Regardless of who was behind it, the idea that she could so easily be forced from her home was

unthinkable.

The sheer, blinding rage that rushed through Gina's veins in that moment was enough to steal what little remained of her rationality. With an incoherent cry of anger, she snatched up a nearby vase, gripping it tightly as if to hurl it towards the officers until several of the movers moved to restrain her.

the large ceramic vase from her grasp. "We were told you'd put up a fight, but you

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struggling against their restraining holds: "Martin is still alive! He's my husband

screams were of no use, as all the officers there stared

her

her thoughts ended with acknowledging her utter inability to

tumed so far as they were covered, they placed no significance on her resting and holding

half- carrying Gina's trading form toward the front door as she began to scream expletives. There was no other course of action for her other than to be expelled from her home like some trespassing criminal, thrown out into the street without even the slightest touch

biting back panic and tage Where could she go from here? What injustice had been laid upon her and Martin while helay prostrate and defenseless? Sucking in a ragged

and make whoever was responsible for it pay for having stolen

jabbed Emma's number into her phone. How dare that ungrateful girl sell the family home right out from under

Who is this?" Emma asked,

could you sell your Uncle's house? I just got thrown out on the street

and then Emma let out a cold laugh that raised the hairs on the back of Gina's neck. "That home doesn't belong to my Uncle. It was my mother's house

Emma's words not making any sense, Martin's late ex-wife had owned that mansion? But

father give her one? He just deluded himself into thinking it was his after he tricked her for years and sat there as the owner." "What does that

nothing to

it doesn't matter... I'm your Uncle's wife!" Gina sputtered. "He's trapped in a coma right now, helpless! How could you do this to him while he's

he treated my sister and I our entire lives?" Emma retorted. "Leaving us to fend for ourselves emotionally and physically while he ignored us in favor of surrounding

Emma suddenly

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you tried

"Oliver

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