When his construction company nearly collapsed, I’d quietly arranged financing to cover payroll and outstanding obligations.

They believed they were supporting me.

In reality, I’d been supporting them for years.

I picked up my purse.

“That’s all?” Mitchell demanded. “You’re not going to apologize?”

I looked at the relatives standing around us.

“No. I’m remembering who watched this happen.”

I took out my phone and photographed the foyer.

Then I took another picture showing the security camera above the staircase.

Mitchell’s expression changed.

“What are you doing?”

“Preserving evidence.”

He stepped toward me again, but his uncle caught his shoulder.

I walked outside without another word.

My driver opened the car door and immediately noticed my face.

Once inside, I checked my phone.

Three notifications were waiting.

The first showed that Marjorie had spent another $3,500 at a jewelry store using a card linked to my private account.

The second was a message from my attorney, Howard Maddox, asking me to call immediately.

The third was an alert from the mansion’s security system.

I called Howard.