By three o'clock that afternoon, a locksmith van arrived at the house.
Charlotte arrived shortly behind the van escorted by two local police officers.
Brandon and Evelyn came running out onto the front porch screaming loudly.
Brandon: You have no right to bring police officers to my private house!
Officer: Sir, this property is registered exclusively under Charlotte's personal trust.
Officer: She has requested a peaceful lock change and property security inspection.
The locksmith immediately began replacing the heavy brass locks on the door.
Evelyn tried to push past the officer toward Charlotte with open hands.
Evelyn: You ungrateful woman! My son gave you his young youth!
Charlotte: Your son lived like a king while treating my child terribly.
Charlotte: You both have two hours to pack your personal clothes inside suitcases.
Brandon: Charlotte, please let us talk about this in private room!
Brandon: I am sorry for what happened at dinner last night, okay?
Charlotte: It was never just about last night's dinner, Brandon.
Charlotte: It was about six years of constant disrespect and emotional abuse.
Charlotte: You made my daughter eat instant noodles while you ate fresh crab.
Charlotte: That single moment opened my eyes to the absolute truth about you.
The locksmith finished replacing the main front entrance key deadbolts rapidly.
He handed the shiny new set of brass keys directly to Charlotte.
rules state that Brandon could only pack his clothing and personal items.
All expensive furniture and artwork belonged strictly to Charlotte's business enterprise.
Brandon walked up to his bedroom dragging two cheap canvas travel suitcases.
His mother was crying loudly while packing her old clothes from the closet.
Evelyn: Where are we going to sleep tonight, my dear Brandon?
Brandon: We will have to check into a cheap motel nearby for now.
Evelyn: A cheap motel? I cannot sleep in a cheap public place!
Brandon: We don't have enough money for anything else right now, Mom!
Two hours later, Brandon and Evelyn walked out carrying four heavy bags.
The police officers watched closely until they reached the outer street pavement.
Brandon turned back to look at the massive home one last time.
The front door closed firmly as Charlotte locked it from the inside.
The high iron entrance gates slowly swung shut, locking them outside permanently.
Brandon held his mother's shaking arm on the public sidewalk edge outside.
They called a cheap rideshare vehicle using the last remaining pocket cash.
The glamorous life they enjoyed for six long years was finally over.