“This signature is dated March third,” I said calmly.
Marcus shrugged. “So?”
“Dad was in surgery on March third.”
The energy in the room shifted instantly.
Vivian’s eyes flashed dangerously. “That’s obviously a clerical mistake.”
“Interesting,” I replied, opening my purse and removing a slim folder. “Especially because the notary listed here died last December.”
One board member coughed awkwardly.
Marcus’s grin vanished completely.
I handed copies around the table. “And this is far from the only forged document.”
Vivian slammed her wineglass down violently. “You vicious little parasite.”
I leaned closer, lowering my voice so only she and Marcus could hear me.
“You chose the wrong victim,” I said quietly. “And you underestimated the wrong daughter.”
Marcus reached for the folder, but I pulled it away.
“Careful,” I warned. “Your fingerprints already appear on enough evidence.”
Vivian recovered quickly. “Nobody will believe you. Richard is confused. You abandoned him. I’m his wife.”
I glanced toward the hallway.
“No,” I said. “You’re his abuser.”
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