Chapter 8 - The Reveal
Sterling pressed the play button on his remote control.
The massive screen flickered to life, displaying the crystal-clear footage of the kitchen.
Jenkins leaned forward, squinting at the screen.
The audio filled the quiet conference room.
"You pathetic old burden! You can’t even get a simple task right!"
Rebecca's voice echoed off the walls, vicious and cruel.
Then, the screen showed Rebecca lifting the mug and violently hurling the boiling tea directly into my mother's chest.
We watched my mother gasp in pain, clutching her burning skin.
Jenkins let out a loud gasp, his jaw dropping completely open.
He turned slowly to look at his client, looking absolutely horrified.
"What... what is this?" Jenkins stammered.
"Wait, there's more," Sterling said cheerfully, clicking the next video.
The screen showed the incident from two weeks ago, where Rebecca threw my mother's soup into the trash.
Then the video of her purposely tripping the old woman in the hallway.
With every new clip, Rebecca shrank further into her chair, her hands shaking violently.
"Turn it off!" she finally screamed, covering her face with her hands.
"Turn it off right now, that's illegal!"
"Actually, it's my client's house, and the cameras are entirely legal," Sterling corrected her smoothly.
"However, elder abuse, assault, and battery are very illegal."
Jenkins stood up, furiously shoving his legal pads into his briefcase.
"Mr. Jenkins?" Rebecca cried out in panic.
"Where are you going?"
Jenkins glared at her with pure disgust.
"I am leaving."
"You lied to me, you provided false statements, and you tried to make me an accomplice to extortion."
"I am officially withdrawing as your legal counsel, effective immediately."
He practically ran out of the conference room, the heavy door slamming shut behind him.
Rebecca was left sitting completely alone, staring at the frozen image of her own cruel face on the television screen.
The silence in the room was deafening.
I looked at the woman I had once promised to love forever, feeling absolutely nothing but cold contempt.
"You really thought you could destroy my mother and I wouldn't find out?" I asked quietly.
She started to cry, real tears this time, her makeup smudging down her cheeks.
"David, please," she begged, her voice pathetic and small.
"I was stressed, I wasn't thinking clearly."
"I can change."
I stood up from the table, buttoning my suit jacket.
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"You don't need to change for me, Rebecca."
"Because you are never seeing me again."
