The lawyer held his ground, his expression remaining professional yet firm. “This letter is legitimate,” he confirmed, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “Mr. Carter’s instructions are clear.”

Elias, who had always basked in his mother’s shadow, found his voice, spluttering objections, but they were as ineffective as the paper crane he had destroyed all those years ago. This time, his malicious grin was nowhere to be seen.

I stood silent and unwavering, watching as the life they had crafted from manipulation and deceit began to unravel before them. It was not revenge that warmed me, but the quiet satisfaction of seeing justice served.