Chapter 7 - The Audit of GreedWith the house temporarily cleared of parasites, I knelt down in the dirt beside Sarah and Jamie. My hands trembled as I reached out, gently touching Sarah’s thin cheek. She flinched, expecting a blow, before looking into my eyes and realizing who I was.
"Ethan…" she sobbed, collapsing into my arms. "You’re really here."
"I’m here," I choked out, tears finally breaking free as I pulled both my wife and son against my chest. "I’m so sorry. God forgive me, I didn't know."
That night, the mansion became a war room. While Sarah rested in our actual bedroom for the first time in years, bathed and fed with proper food, I sat at the massive mahogany desk in the study with my laptop open. I called Marcus Vance, a fierce corporate attorney and an old military buddy who specialized in asset recovery and financial fraud.
"Marcus," I said without preamble when he picked up. "I need a forensic audit of every account linked to my mother, Gertrude Carter, and my sister, Prudence. I want every property, car, stock, and credit card traced back to my overseas wire transfers over the last five years."
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"Sounds messy, brother," Marcus replied, his tone sharpening instantly. "What did they do?"
"They kept my wife and son starving in a service kitchen while living off my remittances. I want them legally dismantled."
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