Selina and Godfrey exchanged a greedy, knowing glance. They assumed that by consolidating the assets into a single family trust, they would get their hands on a share of the million dollars.
“We can sign whatever you need, Damian!” Selina insisted quickly. “We’ll go to the notary tomorrow!”
“Good,” I said. “Because tonight, I’m taking my wife to a private hospital.”
Without another word, I picked up Phedra, carried her out to a taxi, and left my family standing in the driveway, already arguing over how they would spend their share of a million dollars that was never going to touch their hands.
PART 3
An hour later, Phedra was admitted to a top-tier oncology pavilion.
The medical staff moved quickly. While Phedra was placed on an IV drip, given proper nutrition, and scheduled for immediate comprehensive scans, I sat in the consultation room with an estate and corporate litigation attorney I had hired straight from the airport.
His name was Arthur Vance.
I laid out four years of bank wire receipts, tax filings, my original power of attorney documents, and the video recording I had secretly captured on my phone from behind the fence.
“Your mother and brother haven’t just committed domestic abuse and neglect, Mr. Sterling,” Arthur Vance said, reviewing the financial ledger. “By placing the house deed, the vehicle title, and the business assets into Selina’s name while using funds sent under a specific oral trust for your wife’s care and property development, they have committed grand larceny, embezzlement, and fraud.”
