I realized that I just needed to keep my family talking for a few more minutes to secure the evidence.
“What will you actually do to me if I refuse to sign these papers?” I asked, keeping my voice trembling but clear.
My father crouched down until his angry face was only inches away from mine.
“First, I will gladly break your other arm, and then a psychiatrist friend of mine will certify that you are mentally unfit to manage your own financial affairs,” he whispered.
“Yasmin will legally become your representative, and I will happily sign every single document on your behalf anyway,” he added with a grin.
Gillian burst out laughing as she continued to record the scene.
“And by the time you finally wake up from your surgery, we will already be living comfortably in your beautiful house in Lake Tahoe,” she jeered.
My phone vibrated sharply inside my jeans pocket, indicating that there were only ten minutes left on the timer.
