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The silence in the Potsdam villa dining room was so absolute that the distant ticking of an antique grandfather clock in the hallway sounded like a muffled drumbeat of war. / Chapter 4 / 10

Chapter 4 - THE INTERROGATION AT THE DINING TABLEThe dining room had transformed from a celebratory family luncheon into an impromptu interrogation cell.

The two police officers stood near the double doors, notebooks out, while Advocate Weber calmly laid out a series of heavy parchment folders across the mahogany table. Alexander sat slumped in a chair near me, staring blankly at the silver candlesticks.

Bianca, Ewald, and Lydia were grouped tightly on the opposite side of the table, looking like trapped animals cornered in a cage of their own construction.

"Let’s review the timeline," Weber said, his voice calm, measured, and devastatingly clinical. He pulled out a printed transcript of the audio recording I had captured. "On multiple recorded occasions over the past ninety days, Frau Bianca Morgen, in active collaboration with her parents Lydia and Ewald Schneider, formulated a plan to systematically isolate Frau Helga Morgen, falsify claims of mental incapacity, and secure fraudulent power of attorney over her private assets, including her residential apartment in Berlin-Mitte."

"That’s hearsay! That’s an illegal recording without consent!" Ewald roared, slamming his fist onto the table. "You entrapment artists! We demand a lawyer!"

"You are welcome to call one," Weber replied without looking up. "However, under Section 201 of the German Criminal Code, recording conversations is indeed restricted unless there is a documented, reasonable suspicion of an ongoing felony or conspiracy against the recorder's person, property, or physical safety. Given that my client’s life, freedom, and estate were actively being conspired against by her own legal family, this recording has already been pre-cleared by a magistrate judge for emergency impoundment."

Bianca’s face went completely white. She looked at Alexander, her eyes wide with desperate pleading.

"Alexander... please. You know me. We’ve been married for five years. You love me. Are you just going to let your mother destroy our lives over a misunderstanding?"

Alexander slowly raised his head. His eyes, once full of warmth and filial devotion, were now empty pits of ash.

"The last time I saw my mother before today," Alexander said, his voice flat and heavy, "she was wearing a coat with frayed cuffs because she refused to ask me for grocery money. She told me she was saving every cent so I could buy my first computer for university. Do you know what she told me when I asked why she worked until her fingers bled?"

He stood up, walking slowly around the table until he was standing directly in front of Bianca.

"She said: 'A mother doesn't sacrifice so her son can pay her back, Alexander. She sacrifices so her son never has to bow his head to anyone.'"

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Alexander looked down at Bianca with a look of pure, unadulterated disgust.

"And you sat in our home, ate her food, smiled in her face, and plotted to throw her into a municipal warehouse so you could pocket the sale of her apartment." He shook his head slowly. "You didn't just steal seventy thousand dollars today, Bianca. You stole the last twenty years of my life."

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