“You ungrateful snake! We gave you a family and a home!”

“You gave me nothing but scars,” I replied, my voice steady despite the pain. “That family was mine long before you ever showed up.”

Even behind bars, they clung to the delusion that they still had some kind of leverage over me.

Samuel’s high-priced attorney filed an emergency petition with the court, baselessly claiming I lacked the mental capacity to manage my own affairs.

Joyce talked to local reporters, insisting I’d staged the whole attack to frame them for profit.

Samuel’s business partner tried to move funds through a string of shell corporations, thinking I was too incapacitated to notice.