Marcus leaned forward, resting his hands flat on the table.

“His attorney got formal notice forty minutes ago.

Daniel thinks this is a routine hearing about property division and asset freezes.”

“He doesn’t know we have the hospital refusal form,” I said.

“He has no idea,” Marcus said.

“He thinks you’re sitting in this hospital with no money, no legal standing, and no way to challenge his authority.”

“He spent three hours yesterday trying to convince me I was losing my mind,” I said.

Marcus unscrewed the cap of his fountain pen and pushed the final court affidavit across the laminate table toward me.