“You’re going to prison for the rest of your life!”
The boy buried his face in the waitress’s shoulder.
“Daddy… that kind waitress rescued me from the dark room!”
Arthur crossed the room and knelt beside them.
“You saved my son’s life today.”
His voice broke.
“You’ll never have to go back to catering again.”
But before Isabella could be taken away, a man in a dark suit stepped forward.
The corporate attorney.
He held a thick folder.
“Arthur, she filed false documents saying your son was deceased so she could gain control of the trust fund.”
The room went silent.
Arthur rose slowly.
“She did what?”
Isabella began to shake.
“It’s not what it looks like.”
The attorney opened the folder.
Then he stopped.
His face changed.
He looked at Isabella. Then at Arthur. Then back at the file.
“Mr. Montgomery,” he said quietly, “there’s something else in here.”
Arthur’s jaw tightened.
“What else?”
The attorney pulled out a second document.
It was dated only three days ago.
And it had Arthur’s signature on it.
Arthur stared at the page.
His hands began to tremble.
“I never signed this.”
Isabella’s lips parted.
