But pity did not erase consequences.
I stood.
“You need an attorney.”
Her eyes widened.
“Sylvie.”
“You need your own attorney.
Not Dad’s.”
“You can’t tell him.”
“I’m not going to.”
Relief flickered.
Then I finished.
“But the investigators will.”
The case moved quickly after that.
Not because wealthy people get instant justice.
Because corporations with twenty-four billion dollars tend to keep excellent records once someone starts looking.
Wexford referred the historical fraud evidence to federal authorities.
The trust litigation exposed additional financial documents.
Dad’s anonymous complaint against my university established recent intent to interfere with the inheritance condition.
My mother’s statement opened questions about Grandma’s medication.
Grandma’s body had been cremated, so there would never be a perfect forensic answer.
But prescription records showed something disturbing.
Three days before Grandma’s hospitalization, a controlled pain medication had been refilled early.
The pharmacy authorization came from an online portal.
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