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…

Mason leaned back triumphantly. “Told you.”

Vivian whispered dramatically, loud enough for the front row to hear, “Oh, Eleanor.”

I looked directly at the screen. “That transfer was authorized.”

“By whom?” Mr. Bell snapped.

“By me.”

“You had no authority to do so.”

“Are you certain?”

His jaw tightened. “Miss Vale, this is not a game.”

“No,” I replied evenly. “It’s a fraud investigation disguised as a guardianship hearing.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly.

Vivian froze mid-motion with her handkerchief.