“Are you denying the transfers?” I asked calmly.
He hesitated, and that hesitation told the truth before he spoke.
“I signed documents provided by my mother’s office,” he admitted.
I opened another file and displayed an apartment lease tied to Lillian’s name and funded through Daniel’s accounts.
Security footage followed, showing him entering that property repeatedly over months.
“You lying thief,” Margaret hissed at Lillian.
“I did not steal anything because your son gave it to me,” Lillian shot back.
The room stirred as truth slipped out without control.
I raised a hand and said, “Enough.”
“You slapped me in the hallway earlier,” I said, turning to Lillian.
“So what?” she replied, trying to sound defiant.
“The security footage has already been entered into evidence,” I said, and the video appeared on the screen.
The clip showed everything clearly, including her whisper that I would be nothing after today.
Silence followed, heavy and undeniable.
“Assault and intimidation before a legal proceeding carry consequences,” I said quietly.
“I did not know this would happen,” Lillian said, her voice shaking.
“This was always happening,” I replied, “you just believed you were protected.”