Chapter 4 - THE BANKRUPTCY OF MORALS
Diane’s face hardened. She marched up the steps, her purse swinging with aggressive momentum. "What does he know? He knows nothing! He’s a paranoid control freak who sits behind a computer all day. Daniel, get out of the way. We’re going inside to discuss this like a family."
"You are not family," I said, my voice so cold it seemed to drop the temperature on the porch. "You are intruders. And as of this morning, you are trespassing."
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the legal folder Marcus had prepared. "I have a restraining order for both of you, and an eviction notice signed by a judge. The house has been transferred back to the primary trust, and the accounts you’ve been draining are now under state oversight."
Diane lunged for the papers, her nails clawing at my jacket. "You can't do this! We’ve put in years of effort—"
"Effort?" I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. "You’ve put in years of betrayal. You’ve used my daughter as a babysitter, my son as an accessory, and my money as a slush fund for your affair with Marcus Vale."
Claire gasped, her hand flying to her throat. "Marcus... you know about Marcus?"
"I have footage of you both discussing the liquidation of the trust," I said, watching the fight leave her body. "I have everything, Claire. Every word. Every plan. And by the time the Attorney General is done with you, you won't even be able to afford a public defender."
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The front gate clicked. A pair of state police officers were walking up the driveway.
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