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

“You understand that false statements to this court are a crime.”

“Yes.”

“And that you’re also facing charges in another matter.”

“Yes, Your Honor.”

“I’m going to give you something I rarely give anyone who stands where you’re standing, Mr.

Sutter.

A chance to decide, right now, which kind of man you’re going to be.” She leaned back.

“Do you want to say anything to your mother?”