“Sit,” I said, gesturing to the chairs across from us. “This won’t take long.”
Robert slid the documents across the table.
“Mrs. Canton has agreed not to pursue criminal charges for the forged will, fraud, elder abuse, and attempted theft of business assets worth approximately twelve million dollars,” he said. “In exchange, you will both sign these papers acknowledging the will was fraudulent, renouncing all claims to Canton Family Orchards, the residential property, and all associated assets.”
Brandon skimmed the document, his face paling.
“This says we forfeit our inheritance entirely.”
“Yes,” I said simply.
“But that’s—” Melissa began.
“Exactly what you tried to do to me,” I finished for her. “With one difference. I’m offering you a legal way out, not abandonment on a roadside.”
“Mom, please.” Melissa’s voice cracked. “I know we made a terrible mistake, but—”
“Stop.” I held up my hand. “This isn’t a negotiation. Sign, or I walk across the street to the DA’s office and file charges. Thomas Winters is waiting for my call.”
