CHAPTER 8

"Irene Morgan! You have no right to kick us out of here! If there's someone that should be driven away, it should be you!"

After saying that, Alice said to the police, "This woman was no longer part of our family a long time ago.

Weren't you just talking about trespassing? Well, that woman is trespassing in our house! You should arrest her!"

"Alice! That's enough! Your father owns this house, and Irene is your sister.

Your father has not made a decision yet, you can't…"

Caroline tried to stop her daughter from talking.

Alice turned to Jack; her eyes filled with tears.

"Dad, are you really just going to sit idly by and watch Irene walk all over me like that? Look at me! I'm injured! The second she got here, she has been plotting to drive us out of our house.

Who the hell does she think she is?"

Jack was livid.

He had been trying to suppress his anger since Irene stepped in.

Now that he had seen his wife and daughter being pushed around, Jack could no longer hold himself back.

"Irene, get the hell out of my house! You're not welcome here!"

Those words rang in everyone's ears.

Irene felt a pang in her heart, and for a second, she was almost overwhelmed by sadness.

But those emotions somehow felt a bit strange to her at the moment.

Before she could even begin to think about it, Alice reached out to grab her wrist, intending to drag her out of the house.

Irene's eyes darkened.

She twisted her own hand to grab Alice's wrist even tighter and snapped it.

"Argh!" Alice bellowed.

The crisp sound of cracking bones signified that her wrist had been dislocated.

"Irene Morgan!" Jack growled.

The policemen's faces darkened.

They had no idea that Irene would attack others in front of them!

The faint suspicion of whether she could really hurt others had now dissipated.

Irene let go of Alice's wrist, glaring at her.

Afterwards, she turned to the police and asked, "Sir, you saw what just happened, right? She tried to attack me, and I defended myself. Isn't that right?"

"You dislocated her wrist! That's excessive use of self-defense!" One of the policemen walked forward, intending to arrest Irene.

He thought that if he didn't teach her a lesson, it would bring shame to his honor as a police officer!

Irene wore a faint smile as Andy stood in front of her with open arms.

"According to the twentieth term of the criminal law of our country, if a person's use of self-defense caused great injury, then it is classified as an excessive use of force.

Miss Alice Jenkins tried to hurt my client, Miss Irene Morgan.

My client made sure that she wouldn't get hurt, for she didn't know what her assailant, Alice Jenkins, would do to her next.

In addition, my client did not cause excessive damage to Miss Jenkins."

Andy put on a stern expression and continued, "Therefore, good sir, what my client has done is within the bounds of self-defense."

"Who are you?" The policeman stopped in his tracks, eyeing Andy up and down.

As a matter of fact, Andy was right.

Alice was the one who started the fight.

Although Irene dislocated Alice's wrist, it was justifiable to say that she only did it to prevent Alice from hurting her more.

Andy took out his business card and gave it to the police.

"I'm Andy Torres, Miss Morgan's lawyer."

The policeman looked at the business card and asked, "I seem to recall that you were the one who called us, right?"

"Yes." Despite being under the police's stern gaze, Andy showed no sign of timidity.

He just nodded at them firmly, looking them dead in the eye.

"Did you call the police to report that your client had hurt someone?" the other policeman asked in disbelief.

'What kind of weirdoes have we come across today? Is this lawyer trying to report his own client?!'

"Of course not," said Andy.

"Then why did you ask us to come here?" The police had now lost their patience, and they sounded more and more impatient.

If they weren't concerned that something might happen later on, they would've left already!

"The reason I called you over has been made clear by my client," replied Andy.

"What?" the policemen asked in unison.

"Officers, please drive these people out," he added.

Afterwards, Andy handed a document to the police.

"Drive them out on the grounds of trespassing."

The police took the document from Andy's hand.

When they read its contents, their faces changed completely.

Caroline glanced at the document as well, and her intuition told her that the document was bad news for them.

She glanced at Jack meaningfully.

"Jack…"

"Irene, I gave you a chance! How long are you planning to harass us? Get the fuck out of our house, and leave us alone!" Jack strode forward and tried to grab Irene.

But before he could touch her, the two policemen barred his path.

All of a sudden, Jack stopped in his tracks.

Caroline was surprised at the turn of events, but she managed to force a smile.

"Officers, this man is the owner of-"

"Are you Jack Jenkins?" one of the policemen asked seriously.

Jack had to suppress his anger because he was talking to uniformed officers.

"Yes, I am," he answered.

"What is the name of your ex-wife?"

Jack frowned at that.

He never expected that the police would ask that question out of the blue.

"Elisa Morgan. But she's been dead for years."

"Is this girl your daughter with your dead wife?" the policeman asked, gesturing at Irene.

Jack looked at the policemen, trying to figure out why they were asking such questions.

"That's right."

"In that case, she's right," said the policeman.

"Do you want to leave the house by yourselves or do you want us to drag you away?"

Everyone was stunned to hear that.

Caroline hurried forward, still wearing a forced smile.

"Sir, what are you trying to say? Why did you ask us that question? We've been living here for twenty years! What reason do you have-"

"Reason? You're trespassing on a private property!" the policeman shouted.

"Tre… trespassing?" Caroline turned pale as she looked at Jack.

Even Jack didn't understand what was going on.

He frowned and said confidently, "This has been my home for twenty years. How could you say that I am trespassing?"

"Don't you get it? This lady here, Irene Morgan, owns this villa!"

After saying that, he showed the document to Jack.

"How is that possible?" Alice screamed after hearing that revelation.

She was about to grab the document from the policeman's hand, but she was halted by the man's steely gaze.

The document was a last will and testament.

It wasn't the original copy, but it was enough to prove that Irene was the owner of this house.

The police thought that Irene's request to drive her family away was inconceivable, but according to the law, Jack and the others were trespassing in her house, and she was well within her rights to drive them out.

"But that's impossible! Dad, say something! Tell them this house belongs to you."

With a livid expression, Jack fell silent.

It seemed that he acquiesced to this turn of events.

This house had once belonged to Elisa.

She never had the time to distribute her properties when she died, so Jack assumed that he would receive her properties after her death.

That was what he had believed…

Until just now.

Who would've thought that Elisa left a will! On top of that, the will was not made public until more than ten years later.