Armed with printed screenshots of every chat log, every transfer record, and last night's call recording, I drove to the law firm.
Tyler was a man in his mid-fifties. He studied the materials I handed over, adjusting his glasses.
"Ms. Finch, are you certain about this?"
"Once you sign this confirmation, the will becomes legally binding."
"That means when the redevelopment agreement comes through, all eight properties will be registered solely under your name. Your uncle's family will have no claim whatsoever."
"This will likely infuriate them completely."
I sat across from him, gazing at the legal document that had been drafted long ago.
"Attorney Lambert, I've thought this through."
"Over the years, my uncle's family borrowing money and never paying it back—that's been the norm."
"I used to tell myself, they're blood relatives, help where you can."
"But this fifty thousand dollars opened my eyes for good. You can't domesticate wolves by feeding them."
"If I don't end this decisively, the moment the redevelopment money comes through, they'll only get worse. They'll bleed us dry."
"I can't let my father spend his final years being tormented by them."
Tyler nodded slowly.