My Son Struck Me Thirty Times at His Birthday Dinner. The Next Morning, I Sold the Mansion He Thought He Owned.

Kristen came onto the line.

“Gloria, this is insane.

You can’t just sell our home without telling us.”

“I didn’t sell your home.

I sold a residence owned by Cedarline Capital, an entity in which neither of you has any legal interest.”

Her voice changed.

The sweetness vanished.

“You bitter old woman.”