He wasn’t only my lawyer—he was a former federal prosecutor and the chairman of the trust board.

Two forensic accountants followed close behind him, carrying several large folders.

Jason’s face went pale as he took in the men behind Samuel.

Samuel sat down across from them at the table.

“We’ve uncovered eleven million dollars missing from the accounts of Warren Biomedical,” Samuel announced clearly.

Sylvia gasped, going ghostly white.

Jason laughed, but the sound was hollow and desperate. “This is completely absurd.”

Samuel opened a file and laid it on the table.

“We’ve identified shell companies, false contracts, and transfers authorized with your personal credentials,” Samuel said.

Jason looked at me, his mouth opening and closing.

For the first time, it finally sank in that the sedative hadn’t made me helpless.

It had turned him into the evidence.

Jason shot up from his chair so fast it hit the floor with a loud thud.

“You set us up from the very beginning,” he shouted.

“No,” I said, rising to my feet on my own. “You drugged me, lied about my mental state, tried to seize my assets, and conspired to commit a crime in my living room.”