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Chapter 3 - THE HOUSE OF CARDS COLLAPSES

The chaos that followed was a symphony of poetic justice.

Julian tried to puff out his chest, attempting to pull his old frat-boy authority. "This is a mistake! We’re respectable people! We’re her legal caregivers! Call our lawyer—call Marcus & Vance LLP!"

"Your firm won't take your calls, Julian," I said, walking out of the bathroom with my mother safely wrapped in a warm blanket, guided gently by two female paramedics. "Especially not after the Department of Justice freezes your corporate assets for laundering embezzled funds through your law firm's escrow account. Did you really think I wouldn't audit your lifestyle when I saw your tax filings last month?"

Julian stopped dead in his tracks. The defiance melted away, replaced by absolute, hollow terror. He stared at me as if he were looking at a ghost. "You... you audited us before you even got here?"

"I never do anything without a paper trail, Julian," I replied, my eyes locking onto his. "You thought my career was a distraction. It was actually a weapon pointed right at your throat."

Chloe tried a different tactic. She dropped the candlestick, fell to her knees on the Persian rug, and burst into theatrical, crocodile tears, reaching out toward the paramedics. "Please! It’s all a misunderstanding! She’s crazy! She falls down all the time! We saved her life! Ask anyone in the neighborhood!"

"Save your breath for the indictment, Chloe," the lead trooper barked, slapping steel handcuffs onto her wrists with a sharp, metallic click. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

As they hauled Julian down the stairs in handcuffs—his expensive designer shirt rumpled, his face flushed with humiliation—he screamed back up the stairwell, "You’ll ruin us! You can’t do this to your own family!"

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