True to Lilian's words, chaos unfolded in Alex's childhood home.
Kristy, Alex's mother, was stunned when her son barged in and demanded the house's documents. He gave no explanation—just a terse command to vacate immediately.
"This is my house, Alex," Kristy argued, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. "I inherited it from your father, and I've lived here for years. You can't just walk in and tell me to leave!"
"Mother, I don't have time to explain," Alex snapped. "Hand over the documents, or we'll be forced out by the police. Do you want that humiliation?"
Kristy's eyes narrowed. "Humiliation? You're the one bringing shame upon this family! What have you done, Alex? Why are you selling your father's house?"
"It's not like I have a choice!" Alex yelled, his frustration boiling over. "Just give me the papers!"
But Kristy stood her ground. "I'm going nowhere. This is my home, and I intend to stay here until my dying day."