Brooke leaned in closer, her eyes scanning the pages frantically—until she reached the section detailing the amendment.
“As of this morning,” Nora continued, “those beneficiaries have been officially removed from the trust.”
Brooke’s voice rose to a shrill pitch. “You can’t do that! That’s illegal!”
“I can,” I replied, my tone never wavering. “It is my trust, funded by my assets. I am the sole grantor.”
Evan’s hands began to tremble. “Why, Mom? Why would you remove me?”
“Because you threatened me,” I said, looking him in the eye. “Because you stood by and let your wife treat me like I was a nuisance rather than a mother. And because you both tried to use my grandchild as a bargaining chip for my bank account.”
He flinched as if I’d struck him. “That’s not what we were—”
Nora interrupted, placing a second set of documents on the table. “There is also the matter of the documentation regarding unauthorized financial transfers from Mrs. Carter’s personal accounts.”
Brooke stiffened, her posture turning defensive. “What transfers are you talking about?”
Evan looked at his wife, his gaze turning sharp and suspicious. “Brooke? What is she talking about?”
