Richard’s face contorted with rage. “You’ll regret this! You’ve lost your mind! I’m calling my lawyer right now to prove you’re senile!”
I stared at the man I had given birth to, the man who was now threatening to lock me in an asylum for cutting off his allowance.
“Lost my mind?” I smiled, reaching into my purse. I pulled out my phone and opened my investment portfolio app. I held the screen up to his face. “See this, Richard? This morning, I executed a block trade of tech stocks. I can navigate financial markets perfectly fine. What can you do besides spend my money?”
Richard stared at the screen, his eyes widening at the massive, multi-million dollar figures displayed there. Figures he had no idea existed.
“You want to sue me?” I continued, my voice echoing off the brick building. “Go ahead. But last week, I paid a top forensic psychiatrist $5,000 for an eight-page evaluation confirming I am of perfectly sound mind. Any judge will laugh your greedy lawsuit out of court.”
I leaned in closer, dropping my voice to a lethal whisper. “You two forgot who I am. You think I lived off a meager retirement fund? I kept the commercial real estate from Robert’s business. Six warehouses. One leased to Amazon. One to FedEx.”
Richard’s jaw literally dropped. The blood drained entirely from Susan’s face.
“The $100,000 I paid for Clara’s wedding?” I smiled coldly. “That’s roughly what I pay in annual property taxes. It was spare change, Richard. And you threw it in my face.”
I turned to my doorman. “Patrick. Call the police. These two are trespassing.”
“Wait, Mom!” Richard panicked, stepping forward.
“Don’t call me Mom,” I snapped, the authority of a CEO radiating from my bones. “You lost that right at the wedding gates. Now, get off my sidewalk.”
