After My Stepson Threw Hot Soup on Me on Christmas Eve, I Bankrupted His Entire Family Chapter 06
The clerk pushed the old deed back across the counter.
“What do you mean it can’t be processed?” Robert snapped.
“This is a legal deed. Look at it properly.”
“Sir, the deed itself was once legal, but it’s been voided,” the clerk said, pointing to the screen.
“The system shows that this property was reported lost six months ago, and a new deed was
issued.”
“Also
three days ago, ownership of the property was transferred. The current registered owner
is Lily Carter.”
The father and son froze on the spot.
“Impossible. Absolutely impossible,” Robert shrieked.
“I had this deed locked away. How could it have been reported lost? And Lily’s only eighteen. How could the property have been transferred to her?”
“There must be a glitch in your system. Or that old hag bribed you.”
“Sir, watch your language,” the clerk said coldly. “The system is connected to the official registry.
It doesn’t get this wrong. If you keep causing a disturbance, I’m calling security.”
“I don’t believe this. I want to see your manager.” Brandon pounded the bulletproof glass.
“That’s my apartment. My marital home. You scammers – you’re all in on this together to cheat
me.”
Security came running and dragged Brandon outside.
He thrashed and cursed so loudly that everyone in the lobby turned to watch and whisper.
“Hey, isn’t that the guy who tried to grab his stepmother’s apartment?”
Someone in the crowd recognized him.
“He brought a voided deed in trying to transfer property with it. What a joke.”
“Serves him right. I heard he threw scalding soup at his stepsister yesterday. People like that
deserve it.”
Robert sank to the floor with the old deed still in his hand.
At last, he understood what my cold smile the night before had meant.
I’d been watching fools.
Just then, Brandon’s phone rang.
It was Madison.
“Madison, hear me out. There’s a small problem with the apartment
He answered quickly, lowering his voice.
“Hear you out my ass!” Madison’s voice came through, cold as ice.
“I already called the property registry. The apartment isn’t in your name at all, Brandon. You liar.
We’re done. Don’t contact me again.”
The line went dead.
Brandon held the phone, his face turning chalk-white. His legs gave out, and he sank to the floor.
I later saw, in evidence presented in court, what their life became after that.
When the father and son got back to that empty three-bedroom shell, they had barely caught their
breath before the power went out.
“What’s going on? Why’s there no power?” Robert flipped the switch in the dark.
Brandon irritably pulled out his phone to pay the bill, only to see a zero-balance notification. The linked family card showed as unlinked.
“Dad, I’m broke. You pay it.”
“I’m broke too!” Robert panicked.
“My card got shut off as well. That old hag has covered everything in this house for years. I don’t have savings.”
Soon the water cut off too.
Then the gas.
Worse, Brandon’s phone started buzzing nonstop.
Not Madison having a change of heart.
Collection texts and calls, one after another.
Cash loan platform: Mr. Brandon Miller, your payment is overdue. Please repay immediately, or we will contact your emergency references.
Installment account: Your bill is overdue.
It turned out Brandon had maxed out his credit cards and taken several online loans to play richn front of Madison.
Before, I had been his personal ATM, paying off his cards while he used new loans to cover old ones.
Now that the supply had been cut off, every bill came crashing down at once.
“Dad, help me. I’ve got thirty thousand in online loans due today. If I don’t pay, they’ll spam everyone in my contact list.”
Brandon grabbed Robert’s arm.
“Thirty thousand? Where would I get thirty thousand?” Robert’s face went white.
“Everything valuable in the house was taken by that old hag. Wait. Jewelry. I still have jewelry.”
He rushed into the bedroom and tore through the cabinets and drawers until he found several jewelry boxes.
When he opened them, he froze.
They were empty.
