Homeless?

The landline receiver slipped from Evelyn Carmichael's trembling fingers.

She stood frozen, her eyes wide, the color draining from her face.

Jude Lawson?

The man she had endlessly mocked for wearing cheap suits.

The man she had explicitly ordered out of her house just a few days ago, telling him he would never be worthy of her daughter.

"Mom?" Chloe called out from the living room, annoyed by the sudden noise. "What did you drop?"

Evelyn snapped out of her stupor.

A wild energy surged through her veins. She sprinted into the living room, clutching the edge of the sofa where Chloe was sulking. 

"Chloe!" Evelyn gasped, out of breath. "We are saved! We are going to be richer than the Belmonts!"

Chloe looked up, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about? Belmont Enterprises is going bankrupt. Trent won't even return my texts."