Chapter 16 - THE COURTROOM
Margaret’s hearing began seven months after the birthday party.
The courtroom was full.
I hated that.
Our family’s worst moments had become public fascination.
But the children were protected.
Neither Lily nor Noah attended.
Margaret wore a navy suit.
Pearls.
Of course.
She looked almost exactly as she had at family Christmas dinners.
Except now two attorneys sat beside her.
Prosecutors presented the financial scheme first.
The fake laboratory report.
The real laboratory report.
The trust transfer.
The voting agreement.
The North Crest payments.
The hidden consulting fees.
Then came the birthday party.
Photographs of the chain.
The porch temperature.
Witness statements.
Jessica testified.
Mark testified.
Daniel testified.
When Daniel took the stand, Margaret looked at him for the first time.
He almost faltered.
Then the prosecutor asked.
“Did your mother know Lily was biologically your daughter?”
Daniel looked toward Margaret.
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“Because we recovered the legitimate DNA test from her office.”
“Did your mother nevertheless give you a false report?”
“Yes.”
“And what did you do?”
Daniel swallowed.
“I signed a declaration based on it.”
“Do you regret that?”
Margaret’s attorney objected.
The judge sustained.
The prosecutor changed direction.
“Did your treatment of Lily change after receiving the report?”
Daniel’s voice became quieter.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I became distant.”
“Did you stop loving her?”
“No.”
“Then why?”
Daniel closed his eyes.
“Because I was a coward.”
The courtroom went silent.
Margaret stared at him.
The prosecutor asked.
“Did your mother force you to be distant?”
“No.”
“Did she force you to sign the declaration?”
“No.”
That mattered.
Daniel did not use the courtroom to hide behind Margaret.
He owned his part.
Then Margaret testified.
Her attorney asked why she created the false report.
She avoided the word false.
“I believed the trust needed certainty.”
“Did you intend to steal from Lily?”
“No.”
“Did you hate Lily?”
Margaret finally showed emotion.
“Of course not.”
Then the prosecutor stood.
“If you loved her, why was she chained outside?”
Margaret’s jaw tightened.
“She was being disciplined.”
“For requesting birthday cake?”
“She was disruptive.”
“She was five.”
Margaret looked toward me.
And then she made the mistake that ended everything.
“She needed to understand she was not equal to Noah.”
A sound moved through the courtroom.
Her attorney closed his eyes.
The prosecutor paused.
“Why wasn’t she equal?”
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Margaret realized what she had said.
Too late.
