"Irene Morgan! You have no right to throw us out! If anyone should leave, it's you!"
With that, Alice turned to the officers. "This woman hasn't been part of this family for years.
Didn't you mention trespassing earlier? Well, she's the one trespassing on our property! You should take her in!"
"Alice, that's enough! Your father owns this house, and Irene is your sister.
He hasn't made any decisions yet. You can't just—"
Caroline tried to interrupt her daughter.
Alice looked at Jack, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Dad, you're really going to just sit there and let Irene treat me this way? Just look at me! I'm hurt! The moment she arrived, she's been scheming to throw us out.
Who does she think she is?"
Jack's anger flared.
He had been holding his fury in ever since Irene walked in.
But now, watching his wife and daughter being humiliated, Jack could no longer restrain himself.
"Irene, leave my house right now! You're not welcome here!"
His voice echoed through the room.
Irene felt a sharp pain in her chest, her heart aching with each beat.
A wave of sorrow washed over her, yet it didn't quite feel right.
Before she could process the feeling, Alice lunged and grabbed her wrist, attempting to yank her out.
Irene's expression turned cold.
With a swift movement, she gripped Alice's wrist more firmly and twisted it violently.
"Ahh!" Alice screamed.
The harsh snap of bone echoed — her wrist clearly dislocated.
"Irene Morgan!" Jack shouted furiously.
The officers looked stunned.
They hadn't expected Irene to retaliate physically — and in front of them.
Any doubts about her being dangerous vanished instantly.
Irene released Alice's wrist and glared at her intensely.
Then she turned calmly to the officers and said, "Officers, you witnessed what just happened, didn't you? She came at me first, and I simply defended myself. Isn't that right?"
"You dislocated her wrist! That's an extreme response under the guise of self-defense!" One of the officers stepped forward, preparing to detain Irene.
He believed that if he didn't discipline her, his honor as a police officer would be tarnished!
Irene gave a faint, almost knowing smile as Andy positioned himself in front of her with arms open.
"According to Article 20 of our country's criminal law, if self-defense results in significant injury, it can be considered excessive force.
Miss Alice Jenkins initiated the attack on my client, Miss Irene Morgan.
My client acted to protect herself, unsure of what further harm Alice Jenkins might inflict.
Furthermore, my client did not inflict undue injury on Miss Jenkins."
Andy adopted a serious expression and went on, "Therefore, officer, what my client did falls within the legal boundaries of self-defense."
"Who are you?" The policeman paused, scrutinizing Andy from head to toe.
Truthfully, Andy was correct.
Alice had provoked the altercation.
Even though Irene dislocated Alice's wrist, it was a defensive act aimed at preventing further injury.
Andy pulled out a business card and handed it to the police.
"I'm Andy Torres, attorney representing Miss Morgan."
The policeman examined the card and asked, "Wait, weren't you the one who called us here?"
"Yes." Despite the officers' stern stares, Andy remained unfazed.
He nodded firmly, meeting their gaze steadily.
"Did you call to report that your client harmed someone?" another officer asked, disbelief clear in his voice.
'What kind of lawyer reports his own client?' they silently questioned.
"Of course not," Andy replied.
"Then why did you summon us?" The officers' patience was thinning, their voices growing sharper.
If they hadn't feared potential complications, they would have left already.
"The reason is clear from my client's statement," Andy answered.
"What?" the officers said together.
"Officers, please remove these individuals," he added.
He then handed a document to the police.
"Evict them for trespassing."
The police took the paper.
Upon reading it, their expressions shifted dramatically.
Caroline glanced at it too, her instincts warning her it was bad news.
She looked meaningfully at Jack.
"Jack…"
"Irene, I gave you enough chances! How long do you plan to torment us? Get out of our house and leave us alone!" Jack stepped forward, reaching for Irene.
But before he could touch her, the two officers blocked his way.
Suddenly, Jack froze.
Caroline was surprised by this development but forced a smile.
"Officers, this man is the owner of—"
"Are you Jack Jenkins?" one officer asked, serious.
Jack controlled his anger; he was dealing with uniformed personnel.
"Yes, that's me," he replied.
"What's the name of your ex-wife?"
Jack frowned in confusion.
He hadn't expected such a question.
"Elisa Morgan. But she passed away years ago."
"Is this young woman your daughter with your late wife?" the officer asked, gesturing toward Irene.
Jack studied the officers, puzzled by their line of questioning.
"Yes."
"In that case, she is correct," the officer said.
"Would you rather leave voluntarily, or shall we escort you?"
Everyone was stunned.
Caroline hurried forward, still wearing a forced smile.
"Sir, what do you mean? Why ask such things? We've lived here for twenty years! On what grounds—"
"Trespassing on private property!" the officer snapped.
"Trespassing?" Caroline paled, staring at Jack.
Even Jack looked confused.
He frowned but said confidently, "This has been my home for twenty years. How can you call me a trespasser?"
"Don't you understand? This woman, Irene Morgan, owns this villa!"
The officer showed the document to Jack.
"How can this be?" Alice shrieked.
She reached for the paper but was stopped by the officer's stern look.
The document was a last will and testament.
Not the original copy, but enough to prove Irene's ownership.
The police found Irene's request to evict her family surprising.
Yet, legally, Jack and the others were trespassing, and Irene was entitled to remove them.
"But that's impossible! Dad, say something! Tell them this house belongs to you."
Jack's face darkened, and he fell silent.
He seemed to accept the situation.
This house once belonged to Elisa.
She never settled her estate before her death, so Jack assumed he would inherit everything.
That was his belief…
Until now.
Who would have thought Elisa left a will? And that it only became public over ten years later?