Richard panicked. “It’s a private family matter! A misunderstanding!”
I opened my portfolio, projecting a itemized ledger displaying exact dates, amounts, and wire routing numbers linking the stolen funds directly to Nebula’s payroll accounts, Sarah’s personal checking, and luxury vendor payments.
Thomas stared at Richard with cold fury. “Last year, you claimed those capital injections came from new client acquisitions.”
Richard couldn’t speak.
Sarah tried to intervene. “My husband did what he had to do to keep a local business afloat! Clara has more than enough money!”
I met her eyes. “So that makes my life savings yours to take?”
“You’re family!” she yelled.
“Was I family when you took kickbacks to hide Eric’s affair with Chloe Vance?”
Sarah froze, rigid as stone.
Eric shut his eyes tightly.
Eleanor spun around to face her son. “Who on earth is Chloe?”
I pulled out the second ledger. “Chloe Vance received over $140,000 in luxury travel, jewelry, and hotel accommodations over fourteen months. And several wires to Sarah’s account were marked with memos reading ‘for covering for me.’”
