The video projected onto the courtroom wall was different from the others. Robert was sitting in the blue Ford, the storage unit light dim behind him. He looked tired, but his eyes were sharp.
“It’s October, isn’t it?” Robert’s voice filled the room. Mark and Lucas froze. “If you’re watching this in a courtroom, it means my sons have officially traded their father’s dignity for a chance at his checkbook. They’re likely claiming I was ‘diminished.’
Well, let’s talk numbers. Mark, on June 12th, you asked me for a million-dollar ‘loan’ while I was supposedly ‘confused.’ I denied it because your business model was predatory. Lucas, you tried to get me to sign over the house deed during dinner on Christmas. I remember every detail. I have the medical evaluations from three independent neurologists, dated the day before I signed the trust, confirming I am perfectly sane. I’m not diminished, boys. I’m just disappointed.”
