When my mother-in-law tore my white dress in the middle of the kitchen, she screamed, “My son pays for everything in this house!” My husband stood by her without saying a word.

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Daniel leaned forward. “Those were refunds.”

Helen slid another document across the table. “What services did your mother provide?”

Patricia blurted out, “I don’t work for you.”

Helen nodded. “Exactly.”

Silence fell in the room.

Then came the contracts with suppliers.

Three shell companies linked to Daniel’s cousins.

Inflated invoices.

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