Aunt Natalie,” Scarlet greeted.
“You’re back, Scarlet.” Natalie Lunsford’s hands were dusted white with flour, as if she had been kneading dough. She awkwardly wiped her hands on her stained apron and hurriedly stepped aside. “Come in.”
“I won’t be coming in today.” Scarlet remained standing at the doorway. “I came to let you know that this property was left to me by my parents. I’ve decided to reclaim it.”
Natalie was about to speak when Scarlet continued, “You and Uncle Ralph should get another place and move out as soon as possible.”
Natalie began to cry. “You know how things are for me right now, Scarlet. My back hurts so much that I can hardly sit. I know how much longer I can keep working this job.
“One month’s pay is barely enough for the household. I still have to cover Morris‘ college expenses. The living costs there are high. Three thousand dollars a month isn’t nearly enough. And your uncle is no help. I…”
Scarlet’s expression betrayed little emotion as she looked at Natalie. “I’ve heard this all before. I’ve been considerate. Otherwise, I would’ve reclaimed this house three years ago.”
“You’re driving us into a dead end, Scarlet!”
“There are plenty of people in the city without a house. They survive just fine. Do you think you wouldn’t have made it this far if you hadn’t moved in here all those years ago?”
“What are you doing here?” Ralph Stanton stormed out of the house just then, jabbed a finger at Scarlet, and began his tirade. “I’ve never come across anyone as ungrateful as you! If we hadn’t raised you when your parents passed away, who the hell knows where you’d be?
“Forget gratitude–you live with a rich husband in a fancy house and drive luxury cars. You don’t give a damn about us. Yet, you still come back here demanding more. Your husband’s loaded and owns tons of properties. Isn’t that enough for you?”
“If you’re talking about raising me for a few months and then dumping me into foster care to claim my family’s property,” Scarlet started, “then I’ve got nothing to thank you for.”
“What do you mean, your family’s property? We’ve lived here for years! What the hell does it have to do with you?”
“Stop arguing…” Natalie tried to hold Ralph back, only for him to shove her aside.
His voice boomed with such force that it echoed throughout the building. “Don’t think I won’t lay a hand on you just because- you’ve got someone backing you up! Get the hell out of here! You’re nothing but bad luck. Your parents died because of you!”
His last sentence made Scarlet’s expression go cold. She wasn’t going to continue wasting her breath on them.
“You have one week. If you don’t move out by then, I’ll pursue legal action.”
Natalie wiped her tears away. “Do you really have to do this, Scarlet?”
“For fuck’s sake, stop crying! Get the hell out of my way. You’re killing the mood!”
Ralph shoved Natalie aside and planted himself at the doorway. He screamed at Scarlet, “Who do you think you’re scaring? Just because you say the house is yours doesn’t mean it is.
“I know the law just fine. I consulted a lawyer. If you want this property back, you’ll need to prove that you’re Ethan and Gwen’s daughter.
“Their daughter went missing ages ago. The police have it on record. You’re just an orphan who happens to share the same. name. Who’s going to back you up?”
BC.GAME
X CLOSE
Chapter 59
2/2
He had nothing to fear. After all, with Scarlet’s parents dying young, he had occupied the property for nearly two decades. No one had the power to wrest it from him now.
Scarlet knew Ralph lacked a sense of shame, but she hadn’t realized his brazenness ran this deep.
Back when he and Natalie first got together, he had seemed mild–mannered and well–spoken. Many dismissed him as nothing but a pretty face. Even her grandmother had been against the marriage.
But love blinded Natalie. She had a falling out with her family and ran away with him. No one could have guessed that the pale, scholarly man was, in truth, a shameless brute.
The face often reflected the heart. Years later, Ralph, now a middle–aged man, developed a fleshy face. His features were downright unpleasant to look at.
Scarlet stood calm and composed before him. “The Cooper family’s adoption of Ethan Benson’s orphaned daughter was covered by the news. The Coopers are proof enough.”
“That was ages ago. Who’s to say they didn’t adopt some random kid to pass her off as Ethan Benson’s daughter? Besides, the Coopers were hyping things up for publicity. Do you think publicity counts as evidence? Take it to court and see if the judge agrees!”
Scarlet smiled. “That’s fine. If the judge doesn’t accept news reports, they’ll surely accept the results of a paternity test.”
“Do you take me for a toddler? Your parents have been dead for nearly 20 years. Are you planning to do a paternity test with ghosts?”