My Son Struck Me Thirty Times at His Birthday Dinner. The Next Morning, I Sold the Mansion He Thought He Owned.

“My mother isn’t confused.

I signed it because my wife told me I had to.

She said it was the only way to keep the Kessler people away.

She said if I didn’t, they’d…” He stopped.

“But that’s not an excuse.

I knew it was false.

I did it anyway.”

Judge Alvarez regarded him over her glasses.