Chapter 1735:


    Around strangers, Elsa could still manage basic civility. She shot Emmett a venomous re, then moved her car out of thene. Both Emmett and Shari climbed back into theirs. “Hurry up,” Emmett told the driver. “Let’s get out of here.”


    Elsa watched their car disappear and seethed.


    Even so, she refused to give up. She stayed where she was and settled in to wait for their return.


    As for following them to the hospital—she would never do that. People would mock her for trailing a man in his sixties and his pregnant wife across the city. Waiting here was the wiser choice.


    By noon, there was still no sign of Emmett or Shari. Hunger finally drove Elsa away to find something to eat. Once she had finished her meal, she returned in the afternoon and resumed her vigil.


    The hospital visit, meanwhile, had run long. Once it was over, Emmett drove Shari to her parents’ ce. Back when they married, he had given one of his properties to Shari’s family so they could settle in Shirie and remain close enough for regr visits. Her parents were already in their seventies and still marveled at the fact that their daughter was expecting at this stage of her life, fussing over her with extra care at every opportunity. The visit stretched well past five in the afternoon before the couple finally decided to head home.


    They were entirely unaware that Elsa’s car still lingered in the neighborhood. They drove straight through the gates of the estate—and Elsa followed, trailing their car all the way to the house.


    By the time Emmett stepped out, he spotted her vehicle rolling in behind them and felt his temper spike at once. “What are you doing here now?” he snapped, thrusting a hand toward the gate. “Get out. This is my home. If you refuse to leave, I’ll call the police.”


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    Elsa held his gaze without flinching. “Your home? This is my son’s house. If anyone needs to leave, it’s you. I’m here to take it back.”


    Shari approached with her chin slightly lifted. “Since we’ve alreadye this far, I’ll make it simple,” she said. “The property is already in my name. The transfer is done. Elsa, if I were you, I would walk away now—before someone has to drag you out.”


    Shock crossed Elsa’s face. “That’s nonsense. My son can’t stand you. There is no way he would ever sign a house over to you.”


    She prided herself on knowing Ethan well, yet doubt crept in before she could stop it. Had she misjudged him? For the first time, she genuinely wondered whether Ethan had done exactly that.


    “Bring me the deed,” she said tly.


    Shari had someone fetch it and handed it to her. Elsa read through every line. Nothing looked out of ce. She pped the document back into Shari’s hands and stormed away, furious.


    Emmett felt a wave of relief wash over him. At least Elsa hadn’t realized the deed was a fake.


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