06/14/2026
Eleanor Hayes stood outside the mansion gate with trembling hands.
She had taken two buses and walked four blocks to see her grandson.
When she reached for the intercom, a rich woman in a cream designer dress blocked her.
“Don’t touch that.”
Eleanor tried to explain who she was.
But Victoria Langford looked her up and down like she was trash.
Then Eleanor whispered,
“Marcus.”
Victoria’s face hardened.
And the next second, she shoved the old woman onto the driveway.
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