He did not answer.
She looked at me.
“How much was Michael supposed to inherit?”
“Approximately $3.2 million.”
Rachel stared at her husband.
Gone.
Not because I took it.
Not because the judge did.
Because Henry had established one simple condition.
Do not prey upon your mother.
Michael failed.
Rachel suddenly laughed.
“You told me we had to do this before she changed the trust.”
Michael went still.
“You said if the guardianship went through, the inheritance would be protected.”
“Rachel.”
“You knew about the clause?”
“Stop talking.”
“You knew!”
Michael grabbed her again.
The deputy immediately restrained him.
And there was the final piece.
Michael had known enough about the amendment to understand that openly coercing me could destroy his inheritance.
So he needed a judge to declare me incompetent.
Then he could claim he acted lawfully.
Out of concern.
The bruises would show that I could not care for myself.
