Chapter 242 In Dire Straits
"What did you just say? You're selling the villa? Brooklyn, how dare you! How could you throw me out of my own home?"
Seraphina grabbed Brooklyn by the collar, her eyes blazing with fury. "Brooklyn, I'm your father's wife! The mistress of the Mitchell family! You really think you can just toss me out?"
Brooklyn stared at Seraphina with icy disdain, her eyes cold and mocking. "Mistress of the Mitchell family? What a lovely title. Unfortunately, the villa belongs to me. I have every right to decide its fate."
Susie struggled to her feet, pointing a trembling finger at Brooklyn. "Brooklyn, you lowlife! How dare you sell the villa? You voluntarily left the Mitchell family and gave up your shares in the Mitchell Group. Now you come back pretending to be a saint?"
Brooklyn thought, 'Saint? I've never been one to wear a halo.'
"Susie, you've just had an abortion. I suggest you stay put and keep your head down. I'll hand the villa over to a real estate agency to be sold as quickly as possible. As for you two, get your stuff and get out."
Seraphina's fingers curled into a fist, and she looked as though she was about to crush Brooklyn's bones. "You're going to leave us on the streets? How dare you!"
The way Seraphina spoke was pitifully dramatic.
Brooklyn gripped Seraphina's wrist tightly, wrenching free from her grasp with a cold smirk. "You think I don't know how much you've drained from Mitchell Group over the years? You really believe you'll be left on the streets without the villa? What a sob story."
Thinking back over the past few years, Brooklyn realized she hadn't taken a cent from her own pocket for them. Her savings had been drained, and she hadn't even bought herself a new home.
Looking back, she felt foolish for ever having trusted them so easily.
Susie and Seraphina exchanged glances, a plan forming in their minds. "So, you mean to sell the Mitchell family's villa and invest all the money into the company?"
In other words, the money would still be theirs.
Brooklyn, seeing through their scheme, just sneered. "You think so?"
Her response was deliberately vague, but Susie and Seraphina knew Brooklyn had little interest in managing the company; she was more focused on her medical career.
Seraphina forced a smile, reaching out to touch Brooklyn's hand, only to be brushed off. Still smiling, she said, "Brooklyn, you're a sensible girl. It's only natural that you're selling the house your father gave you in this time of crisis. Don't worry, we'll move out as soon as possible. Mitchell Group's crisis is urgent, so you should hurry."
Brooklyn thought, 'They are truly despicable and shameless!'
Brooklyn, now a bit tired from the anger, closed her eyes for a moment. "If it's that urgent, you should move out now. The real estate agents will be here soon to view the property."
Susie gritted her teeth. "So soon?"
"What? Don't want Mitchell Group anymore?"
Seraphina shot Susie a look. "Alright, we'll move out quickly. We'll aim to be out by tonight. You get that villa sold fast. Mitchell Group can't wait."
Outside, reporters had been chased away by police called by Brooklyn, and now a long line of moving trucks filled the street.
Brooklyn sneered, clearly pleased to see them moving out.
She thought, 'They almost wish they can move the entire house.'
"Susie, I'm dying to know how big your new place is. With all this stuff, aren't you worried it won't fit?"
Susie sneered. "Mind your own business!"
Of course, Susie was eager to clear out the villa. The mansion was filled with exquisite furniture made from high-quality rosewood, ebony, and mahogany—pieces their father had acquired from various auctions and top craftsmen.
But Brooklyn wasn't about to let her take it all. Even if the house wasn't going to be the Mitchell family's home anymore, as long as the furniture remained, so did the memories of her parents. If everything was taken away, those memories would be gone too.
"Hold on!"
Brooklyn stood with her arms crossed against the door frame. "Take your personal belongings, but leave the furniture. Susie, do you even think? If you cart off the furniture, the mansion won't sell for its worth. How am I supposed to fill the gap in the Mitchell Group?"
As she spoke, Brooklyn stopped someone from hauling away a rattan chair she used to sit on as a child, the one where she listened to her father read Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales. Handcrafted by Verdanza, it was priceless, but the memories were even more so.
In a battle of wits, Seraphina and Susie were no match for Brooklyn.
The move dragged on well into the night, and the media frenzy had long since erupted outside. Despite Brooklyn's protests, Susie and Seraphina managed to cart away all the treasured paintings and pieces from the mansion. Fortunately, the furniture stayed behind.
With the house now empty, after being occupied for years, it finally returned to Brooklyn.
But she only had a few hours left.
Sitting on the ebony sofa in the living room, Brooklyn was overwhelmed by memories of her parents. After seeing Susie and Seraphina off, all her strength seemed to drain away.
She turned on every light in the mansion and walked through each room—the living room, dining room, kitchen, study, and bedrooms. Each step on the wooden floors she had once run barefoot on felt like time was slipping back into the past.
The distant memories and reality converged.
The flood of memories about her parents nearly left her distraught.
Late into the night, the real estate agent arrived to evaluate the mansion, providing a suggested price and an ideal asking price.
"Please sell it quickly," Brooklyn requested.
"Don't worry, Ms. Mitchell. The location and layout of this mansion are great. It will definitely attract buyers."
As Brooklyn turned off the last of the lights, the vast, empty living room was left in silence, with only her remaining.
Sitting on the sofa, Brooklyn lost track of time, and before she knew it, dawn had arrived.
At that moment, her phone buzzed with a news alert: [Shock overnight: Mitchell Group shareholders are dumping their shares. The company is in dire straits!]
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