Several days later, as dawn broke, persistent knocking roused Elizabeth from sleep. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she shuffled to the door. The urgency in the visitor's voice jolted her awake. A court official stood there, papers in hand: Oliver had sued her for seizing her mother's inheritance.

The legal stipulations were clear. In the absence of a will, Danna's assets were to be divided equally between her spouse and daughter. Danna, who hadn't earned an income since her marriage, left only an old, neglected apartment—unlivable and long abandoned, yet holding a sentimental value for Elizabeth.

Oliver accused her of monopolizing the property and demanded compensation for his perceived loss, plus damages for its vacancy. He threatened to sell it unless she paid. Despite its dilapidated state, the apartment's prime location suggested lucrative redevelopment potential, significantly increasing its worth. His demand: nine hundred thousand dollars.

Clutching the documents, disbelief washed over Elizabeth. She knew his interest in the apartment was a pretext; deeper motives were at play. As she pondered this, her phone buzzed. Hesitantly, she answered. It was Oliver.

"Did you receive the court notice?"

Without hesitation, Elizabeth asked, "What are you plotting, Oliver?"

"You…"