How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 216

Yolanda Collins was from Shepherd’s Rest and had been a classmate of hers in elementary and middle school, so they had stayed in touch.

Winifred ignored her questions and said flatly, "Is there something you need?"

Fiona's expression soured, but she forced a smile. "Well, yes. As you know, I still live out in the country, and there's no central heating in the winter. I'm getting old, and I can't take the cold anymore, so I want to move into town. Your father left me a house in town for my retirement, remember? But it doesn't have an elevator, and with my bad legs, I was hoping to sell it and buy a place with one."

Winifred remembered the house. It was where the three of them—her, her father, and her mother—had lived together.

After her parents divorced, she and her mother moved out.

Legally, the house belonged to both Joseph Collins and Queena Spencer, meaning Queena and Winifred should have had a share.

But at the time, Queena hadn't asked for anything except full custody of Winifred.

The house was currently being rented out. Winifred had no idea who was collecting the rent and had never bothered to find out.

Winifred's face was impassive. "If you want to sell it, then sell it. Why are you calling me?"

Fiona plastered on a smile. "Because the house is in your name, dear. We need you to come and sign the papers to approve the sale."

"What?" Winifred was stunned. "The house is in my name?"

"That's right," Fiona said, a sour taste in her mouth. "When your father and mother divorced, he must have felt sorry for you, so he transferred the house to you. Back then, your last name was still Collins, so we let it be. But now you've changed your name and you're with your mother. Don't you think you should give the house back?"

The topic still infuriated Fiona. If she had known back then that Joseph planned to give the house to Winifred, she would have never agreed.

A little girl, what did she need a house for? Leaving it to her was just giving it away to another family.

Winifred clenched her hands. "Is that... what my father thinks, too?"

"Of course. Your father feels sorry for me in my old age. He told me himself that the house was for my retirement," Fiona said with a smile. "Winifred, when do you think you'll have time to come back and handle the paperwork? The transfer can't happen without your signature."

With that, she abruptly hung up.

"Hello? Hello?"

Fiona stared at her phone, her expression instantly twisting into a scowl. "That damn girl is smarter than she looks."

"Mom, what do we do now?" asked Darren Collins. "Joseph’s long gone. Where are we supposed to find him to talk to her?"

Fiona's brow furrowed, and she bit her lip. "Then we'll just have to trick her into coming back here first. Once she's on our turf, I'll find a way to make her sign."

That girl was always such a coward. All you had to do was raise your voice, and she'd start crying. She couldn't have changed that much.

When she gets here, we'll use a mix of persuasion and pressure. She'll give in.