“The house was purchased twenty three years ago, and all payments were made from a bank account registered under Ms. Paige Miller,” he explained. “All financial records confirm that she is the sole legal owner.”
Kayla’s face turned pale as she struggled to keep her composure, her hands beginning to tremble.
“That cannot be true because we pay taxes and maintain this place,” she argued desperately.
“You have been living here as authorized occupants,” the woman with the briefcase clarified while adjusting her glasses. “All expenses, including taxes and renovations, were paid automatically from our client’s account.”
Thomas gestured toward Paige, making it clear who he was referring to.
Susan slowly turned to look at Paige as if seeing her for the first time, unable to reconcile the image of the desperate woman from moments earlier with this new reality.
“What is going on, Paige,” Susan demanded, panic rising in her voice. “You said you had nothing and that you lost everything.”
Paige took a slow breath, then calmly removed her worn sweater and let it fall to the ground, revealing a high quality silk blouse underneath that instantly changed how she was perceived.
“We are talking about what I have been paying for during the last twenty three years,” she said steadily, her voice no longer shaking.
Kayla shook her head in disbelief while stepping back slightly.
“You told us you were broke and had nothing left,” she said in confusion.
Paige gave a faint smile that carried more sadness than joy.
“That was part of a test,” she replied quietly.
Susan staggered back slightly, her face filled with shock.
“A test,” she repeated.
Thomas stepped forward to explain further, maintaining a formal tone.
“Ms. Miller asked us to assist her in evaluating how her family would treat her if she returned without money,” he said. “She wanted to see whether your care depended on the financial support she provided every month.”
Kayla’s face flushed red as embarrassment and fear mixed together.
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