My Stepfather Forced My Mom to Clean and Shovel Snow with a Broken Leg – So I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson

Who the hell did this?! Call the police!”

“You might want to wait a minute before doing that,” I said calmly, coming into view.

I gestured toward the end of the block. Two city vehicles turned the corner and parked just behind his truck.

Out stepped a city inspector and a woman with a clipboard.

Behind them came a black SUV. Kylie.

She stepped out, her long blonde hair tucked neatly under a wool hat. Her coat looked like it cost more than my car.

She adjusted her sunglasses and took one look at the property before freezing in place.

“What… the…” she whispered.

Then her eyes shifted to the car. To my mom. Her mouth fell open.

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