Richard opened the folder.
“You sign control of the account to me, and this unpleasantness ends.”
Emily’s voice trembled.
“Grandmother left it to me because she knew what you were.”
Richard’s chair scraped violently across the floor.
I couldn’t clearly see what happened next, but Emily stumbled backward and struck the counter.
Daniel made no move to help her.
Instead, he said, “Stop fighting Dad.”
Whatever love I still had for him disappeared with that sentence.
I continued recording for another twelve minutes.
Threats.
Financial coercion.
Victoria admitting that they monitored Emily’s phone.
Richard boasting that they had convinced Emily’s doctor she was “emotionally unstable.”
Then Richard said the words I needed.
“We’ve already used enough of your money keeping this family afloat,” Richard said. “You’re going to sign before anyone audits those accounts.”
