"What the hell do you mean by *your* house?" the elder shouted, fury evident in his voice. "You have the guts to call this house yours after cheating on my nephews? Just you wait. I Call the cops right now!"
Esme raised an eyebrow, her expression calm despite the storm brewing around her. "Really? You're going to stand there and spout accusations about mistresses and whatnot? And why would you call the cops? What can they do to me?"
The elder took a step closer, his face taut with anger. "You're cheating, and now you think we'll just let you be? Just because my nephews doesn't have their parents, do you think you can do whatever you want?"
The brothers, standing beside him, exchanged uneasy glances, wanting to intervene but feeling silenced by the elder's relentless tirade.
Esme, watching the chaos unfold, finally spoke up. "Okay, fine. Call the Cops. I am waiting."
After twenty to thirty minutes, the police arrived.
