He Married Me to Steal My Family’s Shipyard. My Brother Spent Fifteen Years in a Wheelchair Waiting to Prove It

I have not yet found the bottom of that one.

Rhys stopped the recording.

I found that I was no longer shaking.

“He thinks he inherits my whole life tomorrow morning,” I said.

“We take this to the district attorney tonight,” Rhys said.

“It’s enough.

It’s more than enough.”

“We will,” I said.