And he backed it with a video deposition, certified by two independent psychiatrists, confirming his full mental competency at the time of signing.” Arthur held up the certified paper.

“The property does not belong to the Vance family anymore, Caleb.

It belongs to Nora.

And there is nothing, legally, that you can do about it.”

Caleb stared at the document, and I watched his corporate composure finally crack, his face flushing a deep, furious red as he understood that his three years of positioning, his fifty-story tower, his careful deal, had all just collapsed because a dying tailor had outmaneuvered him from a hospital bed.

“This isn’t over,” he spat, turning his glare back on me.