Chapter 9 - The Last Will
I stared blindly at the thick legal document in my trembling hands, completely unable to comprehend the words printed on the page.
The executor adjusted his expensive tie and explained that my mother had used a heavily forged power of attorney to drain the accounts.
She had flawlessly transferred all forty million dollars into an untraceable offshore cryptocurrency wallet just minutes before her arrest.
She knew the police were coming for her, so she triggered a massive financial fail-safe to ensure we got absolutely nothing.
Emma clutched our newborn son tighter to her chest, the joyful tears on her face rapidly turning to icy dread.
We had survived the physical assault, escaped the kidnapping, and won our freedom, but my mother had still managed to ruin our future.
The executor offered a hollow apology, stating that international banking laws made recovering the stolen funds virtually impossible.
I dropped the papers onto the floor, feeling a crushing weight settle over my shoulders as I realized we were completely penniless.
I looked at my exhausted wife and my beautiful, innocent son, silently vowing that I would work three jobs if I had to.
Money didn't matter as long as they were safe, alive, and far away from the toxic poison of my bloodline.
Suddenly, the lead detective who had freed me from the precinct burst into the hospital room holding a ringing cell phone.
He looked at the executor with a sharp, dangerous glare, ordering the man to step away from my family immediately.
The detective placed the phone on the tray table and put it on speaker for the entire room to hear.
It was an agent from the FBI's cyber-crimes division, speaking in a rapid, professional tone.
The agent confirmed that they had intercepted the massive wire transfer right before it hit the offshore servers.
My mother hadn't used a master hacker to move the money; she had used Caleb, and Caleb had made a fatal encryption error.
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The federal government had successfully frozen the entire forty million dollars, and it was being legally routed directly back into my son's designated trust.
The executor turned completely pale and scrambled out of the hospital room without saying another word.
