Chapter 3When My Mother-in-Law Destroyed My Deed, I Made Her Regret It

Once outside, I headed straight to the Oak Hollow Sheriff’s Office, though I wasn’t holding my breath. The look on the deputy’s face confirmed my suspicions.

“This case is a bit tricky. She’s older, and, well, she has a bit of a temper,” said Deputy Eli Boone, a touch sheepishly.

His tone said it all: Hilda Forsythe, that “old lady,” liked to cause trouble. Even law enforcement had a hard time dealing with her.

Seeing my frustration, he added, “The best option here is to file a civil suit. The court can issue an eviction order.”

Who knew how long that would take? I could only imagine the state of the place by then, seeing how she was turning it into a junkyard.

Taking a deep breath, I got an idea and asked, “Officer, I can go into my own property to clean up the trash, right?”

The officer coughed and replied, “As long as there’s no lease in place, technically, you can. Just avoid any physical confrontations.”

That was all I needed. With renewed energy, I left the station.

Just as I stepped out, I saw the old lady herself, Hilda Forsythe, hunched over a dumpster, digging through garbage. Beside her, holding an oversized canvas sack, was none other than the guard—her son, Buck Forsythe.

Freezing in place, I hid behind a sign just in time to catch their conversation.

“Mom, you think that woman will come back for the place?” he asked.

“Relax, Buck,” Hilda replied. “I won’t let her set foot in here again.”

Ah. No wonder the guard had been so hostile. The two of them were in on it.

“But she has the deed,” Hilda said, voice tinged with worry. “What if she calls the cops?”

“Don’t worry,” Buck scoffed, puffing up his chest. “Next time, I’ll just grab the deed and rip it to pieces. No proof, no problem. Besides, Uncle Clyde can make us a new one if we need it.”

I clenched my fists, holding back a laugh. Did these two really think that destroying my deed would make the house theirs?

Watching as the “Recording Complete” icon appeared on my phone, I smiled grimly.

So, the Forsythe family thought they could stake a claim? They had no idea who they were dealing with.