Chapter 7 - THE HOUSE OF SECRETS
While Eleanor sat in a maximum-security holding cell awaiting the final verdict, we began the grim task of cleaning out her private quarters in the main estate. We unlocked her private files, uncovering a mountain of hidden bank statements, forged signatures, and secret real estate contracts. She hadn't just been poisoning my son; she had been systematically embezzling millions from my father’s construction business for over a decade, building a secret financial empire behind our backs.
Every single storage box we opened revealed another layer of psychological rot. She had isolated my father from his lifelong friends, manipulated every family gathering, and destroyed any relative who dared to disagree with her. The house felt infinitely lighter and warmer with every bag of her belongings we dragged out to the dumpster.
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