Chapter 13
David Vance, our legal counsel, slid a final document through the slot beneath the thick glass barrier.
“This is the surrender of rights for the family estate in Bryn Mawr,” David stated firmly through the speaker line.
“If you sign this document, the estate will drop its private civil lawsuit against you for the missing funds.”
“If you refuse to sign, we will seize your personal pension accounts and sell your sports car collection at public auction.”
Marcus looked down at the white paper, realizing that he had zero leverage left in his ruined life.
His wife was gone, his children were protected by a trust he couldn't touch, and his career was burned to ashes.
With a shaking hand, he picked up the pen and signed his name on the bottom line, surrendering every claim to our family’s legacy.
He dropped the pen, looking up at me with tears flowing freely down his hollow cheeks.
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“Don’t ever come back here, Clara,” Marcus whispered brokenly.
“I won’t,” I replied, standing up and smoothing down my coat. “Goodbye, Marcus.”
