“No,” Emily said quickly. “That’s not necessary.”
“Oh, I think it is,” Megan said with a shark-like smile. “Because my client not only has recordings, she also has witness statements from neighbors about the treatment she received, photographs of humiliating messages, and a detailed record of psychological abuse and financial exploitation.”
Emily turned completely pale.
“Financial exploitation,” Megan repeated, “is a crime, especially when it involves senior citizens. We could not only win the house, Mrs. Ruiz, we could take this to criminal court.”
“No.”
Emily stood up abruptly.
“Please, that’s not necessary. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“Sit down,” Daniel ordered.
Emily collapsed back into her chair, trembling.
Mr. Hector, who had observed everything in silence, spoke in a grave voice.
“Mrs. Emily, I have known Mrs. Beatatrice for thirty years. She is a woman of honor, and you, forgive my frankness, treated her like dirt.”
