Chapter 954

Chapter 954:

“Mr. Morgan, there were only eight minutes left,” Cristian reminded him, his voice steady, controlled. “Fernanda was right. Making a scene now won’t change anything.”

Selma rushed forward, arms flailing, frustration spilling over. Her voice cut through the tension, sharp and raw. She looked at the shattered glass and let out an exasperated cry. “Can’t you just talk things through? What is all this madness?”

She wanted to lash out at Fernanda, but Cristian’s presence pressed down on her, stifling the words before they could leave her mouth. Instead, she nudged Ector, hoping he would offer some kind of explanation about what was happening. But he only lowered his head, saying nothing.

Erika was the first to break the silence. Clinging tightly to Michelle, she let out a desperate wail. “Mom, she said we have to move out! I don’t want to leave! This is my home! I’m not going anywhere!” Her body trembled, lips quivering as the reality of it all sank in.

And in that moment, she finally saw Fernanda for who she really was—utterly ruthless and determined to dismantle their family, piece by piece.

“Move out? What are you even talking about?” Selma’s face twisted in confusion. “Why should we move out? What’s happening?”

“This doesn’t concern you,” Fernanda cut in, her tone sharp and dismissive. “Keep quiet when you’re not needed. No one asked for your opinion.”

Selma’s eyes flashed with anger, her hands balling into fists, but before she could lash out, Ector grabbed her arm, holding her back.

“Grandma,” he sighed, rubbing his temples as if the weight of it all had drained him. “Just go pack your things.”

Erika’s breath hitched. “Ector, have you lost your mind?” she shrieked. Panic crashed over her like a tidal wave.

“We’ll leave right away.” Ector’s voice was steady, but the slight movement of his throat betrayed his tension. He looked at Fernanda, his expression unreadable. “Just give us a little more time.”

gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺; 𝓯𝗶𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝒆𝓷

Ector had always been the rational one. He knew there was no room for bargaining.

Fernanda hadn’t come to argue—she had come to end things.

Fighting back would only make matters worse. Leaving on their own terms, with whatever dignity they had left, was the only thing they could control.

Ector strode upstairs, Michelle following closely, dragging a reluctant Erika behind her.

Snapping out of her daze, Selma hurried off to gather her valuables—she wouldn’t let herself be left with nothing.

Robert, however, remained frozen. His glare burned into Fernanda, eyes wild with fury, like a caged lion ready to pounce.

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