“It is the truth,” I said, “and it is time you looked at it.”
As she read through the numbers, her expression shifted from confusion to shock, and then to something defensive. “I did not realize it was this much,” she admitted, almost whispering.
“That is because you never had to think about it,” I replied, keeping my voice steady.
When I confronted her about the message and the disrespect behind it, she tried to blame Victor, saying he had been stressed and did not mean it, but I refused to accept excuses anymore. I told her clearly that there would be no more money, no more emergency support, and no more financial involvement at all.
Her reaction was immediate and intense, because she began to panic about their bills and their home, as if I were responsible for holding their entire life together. “We could lose everything,” she said, her voice rising with desperation.
“Then you will have to figure it out,” I answered, and I meant it.
That same day, I contacted an attorney named Daniel Foster in downtown Chicago, who specialized in estate planning and asset protection, and I explained everything in detail. He listened carefully and then asked a question that stayed with me.