In court, my stepmother swore and said, “She can’t handle this. She needs a guardian.” I remained calm. The judge took off her glasses and said, “You really don’t know who she is?” Her lawyer turned pale. My stepmother was speechless…

The judge looked directly at her. “How would you know which document she’s referring to?”

Vivian’s lips parted slightly.

Mr. Bell turned pale.

I placed the flash drive beside the envelope.

“And these contain recordings from my father’s study, office access logs, modified medication invoices, and emails exchanged between Vivian Vale, Mason Vale, and two former executives discussing how to have me declared incompetent before the annual shareholder vote.”

Mason shot upright immediately. “That’s illegal! You can’t secretly record people!”

I smiled for the first time.

“My father could. It was his study. His security system. His company servers. The consent notice was included in every executive contract you signed.”