Chapter 6 - The Sister Who Finally Talked
Melanie requested a lawyer before police finished reading the forged waiver.
That was smarter than anything my parents had done.
It did not make her innocent.
The notary journal was seized from her apartment.
Three entries had been removed.
One corresponded to the date on my forged waiver.
Another corresponded to a power of attorney supposedly signed by Granddad nine years earlier.
The third had no description.
I wanted to know what it was.
So did Beckett.
Melanie refused to answer.
My mother did what she always did.
She blamed someone else.
Within an hour, her attorney released a statement claiming Melanie had acted independently.
I watched the statement from Wyatt’s apartment after being discharged from the hospital.
“Independent.”
I said.
“She lives in my mother’s guesthouse.”
“Mom pays her car lease.”
“Dad got her the notary commission.”
“And somehow she independently decided to forge my signature on the exact paper Mom needed.”
Wyatt brought me soup.
“You need to eat.”
“I need everyone to stop telling me to rest.”
“You can be furious while eating soup.”
“That sounds suspiciously reasonable.”
“It’s chicken noodle.”
“Not a philosophy.”
I ate.
He won.
At six that evening, Detective Beckett called.
“Melanie wants to talk.”
I put the phone on speaker.
“Now?”
“With her attorney present.”
“Why?”
“She saw her mother’s statement.”
That almost made me smile.
Mom had made the first mistake that hurt Melanie personally.
Beckett continued.
“She is offering information.”
“In exchange for what?”
“Consideration.”
“Of course.”
“Sadie, she may know where the missing estate money went.”
That changed everything.
An hour later, Wyatt drove me to the district attorney’s office.
Melanie sat behind a conference table.
No makeup.
Hair pulled back.
Orange county-issued sweatshirt.
She looked younger without the performance.
For one second, I remembered sharing a bedroom with her as children.
Then I remembered her on the porch.
I told you she wouldn’t move.
She stared at my bruises.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes.”
She looked away.
Her attorney spoke first.
“Melanie is prepared to provide truthful information concerning Robert and Denise Hale.”
Priya Shah folded her hands.
“Then she should start.”
Melanie swallowed.
“Mom knew about the trust for years.”
“How many?”
“Since Granddad died.”
“Dad?”
“Same.”
“Did you?”
“Not all of it.”
“When did you learn?”
“Eight months ago.”
The same month she became a notary.
I said nothing.
She continued.
“Mom told me Granddad had been unfair.”
“She said Sadie was getting everything because Granddad liked her better.”
“Was that true?”
Samuel, seated beside me, answered.
“No.”
Melanie flinched.
“She told me if Sadie married Wyatt, control transferred immediately.”
“So you pursued my fiancé.”
Her face reddened.
“Mom said Wyatt wanted status.”
“She said if I could get him to choose me, Sadie would cancel the wedding.”
“And if he didn’t?”
Melanie looked at her hands.
“Dad said they would scare you.”
My voice went cold.
“How?”
“They were supposed to stage a break-in.”
“What?”
“Make it look like Wyatt’s money brought criminals around.”
“Mom thought you’d panic and postpone the wedding.”
“Then why the brick?”
“I don’t know.”
“You were there.”
“I knew Dad was angry.”
“You said, ‘I told you she wouldn’t move.’”
Tears filled Melanie’s eyes.
“Because you refused to leave.”
“Leave what?”
“The house.”
“Mom told me to get you alone in the backyard.”
“For what?”
“She said she wanted to show you documents proving Wyatt had cheated.”
“Fake documents?”
“I think so.”
“And Dad had a brick ready by accident?”
“I didn’t know about the brick.”
I wanted to believe one small part of that.
I could not.
Priya intervened.
“The forged waiver.”
Melanie closed her eyes.
“Mom brought it to me.”
“You notarized Sadie’s signature without Sadie present.”
“Yes.”
“You knew it was forged.”
“Yes.”
My chest tightened.
“Why?”
Melanie finally looked at me.
“Because she said if I didn’t, they would cut me off.”
I laughed once.
“You tried to steal fifty million dollars because Mom might stop paying your car lease?”
“No.”
“She said the family would lose everything.”
“What everything?”
Melanie’s face changed.
This was the part she had been saving.
“Dad owes money.”
Samuel leaned forward.
“How much?”
“Almost twelve million.”
The room froze.
“To whom?”
“I don’t know all of them.”
“One is a private lender.”
“One is a development group.”
“And one…”
She stopped.
Priya said.
“One what?”
“One is Wyatt’s former business partner.”
Wyatt went still beside me.
“My what?”
Melanie looked at him.
“Grant Mercer.”
Wyatt’s face lost color.
Grant was his cousin.
His former chief financial officer.
The man Wyatt fired two years earlier after discovering unauthorized company loans.
“What does Grant have to do with my parents?”
“He introduced Dad to investors.”
“When?”
“Before you sold the company.”
Wyatt looked at me.
This was no longer only my family.
Melanie continued.
“Mom said Grant knew the Hale land would explode in value.”
“He helped Dad borrow against the future development deal.”
Samuel swore softly.
“So Robert pledged assets he didn’t own.”
“Yes.”
“And when Sadie’s marriage triggered the trust…”
“The lenders would discover Dad had no authority.”
I understood.
The wedding was not merely inconvenient.
It was a deadline.
My marriage could expose fraudulent loans worth millions.
My parents were not trying to steal Wyatt because he had become rich.
They were trying to control both sides of a financial disaster.
If Wyatt married Melanie, Grant could pressure him through family.
If I stayed unmarried, Dad could delay disclosure.
And if I died or renounced my interest, Melanie inherited control.
Priya asked the question I was afraid of.
“What was the third missing notary entry?”
Melanie started crying.
Her attorney touched her arm.
She shook him off.
“It was a medical directive.”
“For who?”
“Granddad.”
Samuel stood so quickly his chair scraped the floor.
“He was already dead when you became a notary.”
“I know.”
The room went silent.
“You notarized a document nine years after his death?”
Melanie nodded.
“What did it say?”
“That he had refused emergency hospitalization.”
My stomach turned.
“Why would they need that now?”
Melanie looked at me.
“Because someone requested his old medical file.”
“Who?”
“Samuel’s office.”
Samuel went pale.
“I requested it during the probate review.”
Melanie nodded.
“Mom panicked.”
“She said if people looked too closely at his stroke, they’d find something.”
I stared at my sister.
“What would they find?”
Her answer was barely audible.
“That Granddad was conscious after he fell.”
“And he told the paramedic, ‘Robert pushed me.’”
No one moved.
My father’s violence against me might not have been the first time he attacked someone over Theodore Hale’s estate.
It might have been the second.
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And this time, the dead man had left a witness inside his own medical record.
