The house turned out to be even worse than a shack. It wasn’t just a simple rain on her parade; it was a torrential downpour that soaked her completely, with the cold seeping in from all sides.
“We can’t call the police. Liberty was the one who paid for the renovation back then, probably over four hundred thousand. During the divorce, she asked me to reimburse her, but I refused.”
Hank’s eyes filled with hatred as he spoke resentfully, “She claimed she’d find a way to get her renovation fees back. I thought I wouldn’t have to pay, so I didn’t care what she would do. I assumed she might just move the furniture, but I never expected her to take down the drywall.”
Jessica was at a loss for words.
Though Hank didn’t call the police, he felt compelled to contact Liberty. However, she didn’t answer. After a moment’s thought, he suspected she had blocked his number, so he used Jessica’s phone to call her instead. She picked up.
“It’s me.”
Unable to contain his anger, Hank demanded in a stern voice, “Liberty Hunt, what is the meaning of this? You’ve destroyed my home!”
“It’s still standing. That’s how it looked when you first bought it,” she replied.
Liberty had just put her son to bed and was preparing to wash up and sleep when she received the call from her ex-husband. She stepped quietly out of the room to avoid waking her son, as her sister and brother-in-law had just left ten minutes earlier.
“You—”
“I told you, if you won’t refund me the renovation cost, I’ll get it back my way. I merely took back what I was owed for the renovation. It’s not your money anyway, so why are you angry?”
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