I Bought a Country House So My Daughter Could Finally Have Peace — Then I Showed Up Unannounced and Found Her Scrubbing Floors While Her In-Laws Treated Her Like a Servant.

“I bought this house so my daughter could have a life,” I said, turning my gaze to Mark, who still wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Not so she could clean up after people who mistake entitlement for family.”

Mark swallowed. “You can’t just throw everyone out.”

“I’m not,” I replied calmly, nodding toward the property manager as he opened his folder. “I’m enforcing the terms of a trust.”

Susan’s face went pale. “A what?”

“The property is held in a discretionary trust for Rachel’s benefit,” I explained. “As trustee, I determine who resides here. And none of you qualify.”

The property manager stepped forward. “You have thirty minutes to collect essentials. Remaining belongings will be stored and delivered. Please vacate peacefully.”

Chaos erupted.

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