My Mother Thought I Was Moving to a Slum—So She Brought 50 Relatives to Mock Me. They Didn’t Expect the Address.

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The irony hung in the air like a guillotine blade.

“You… you cold-hearted bitch!” Martha lunged forward. “You ungrateful little—”

“Careful,” Elena warned, her voice dropping to absolute zero. “You’re on private property. Security takes threats very seriously here.”

She nodded to Alfred, who spoke quietly into his wrist microphone.

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