My parents were celebrating Agatha's pregnancy, announcing that she'd already found a boyfriend and they were planning the wedding.
When everyone raised their glasses, I turned and handed Agatha a slice of cake. "Have some more, sis. Pregnancy must be exhausting." I paused, letting my smile settle. "Faking one must be even worse."
"Faking it?" Every eye in the room went wide. Agatha broke into a cold sweat, and the cake slipped from her fingers, splattering across the floor.
"Have you lost your mind?" Frederick shot to his feet and pulled her behind him. My parents told me to stop talking nonsense.
I smiled and tossed the real medical report onto the table, followed by the evidence that the two of them had been siphoning my parents' assets.
"You two might want to stop protecting them," I said, tilting my head toward my parents. "Unless you somehow haven't noticed that they've bled you dry."
My father's face went white. He snatched up the documents. Once the truth sank in, he wheeled on Frederick with a roar. "What is this? You told me you were using Libby's money!"