Mark took the old paper from his daughter's trembling little hands.
It was a copy of a bank transfer receipt worth two million dollars.
The signature at the bottom clearly belonged to Victoria's private family trust fund.
It was dated just three weeks before his first wife passed away in the hospital.
Mark stared at the thick black ink as his face lost all its warm color.
Mark: Is this check real, Victoria?
Victoria smoothed out her expensive lace dress, trying to act calm and innocent.
Victoria: Don't listen to her, Mark!
Mark: Answer my question right now!
Victoria: I did it for our future!
Mark stepped back as if he had just been hit by a heavy wooden beam.
He remembered how his late wife refused expensive private treatments at the very end.
She kept saying she wanted to leave every dollar for Mark and Lily's future security.
Now he realized someone had pressured her into accepting a quiet settlement to walk away.
Victoria had threatened to drag the family business through long legal battles over fake custody claims.
She used her power to make a dying woman feel completely helpless and terrified.
Mark: You bribed her while she was dying?!
Victoria: She was holding you back!
Victoria stepped closer, her soft public voice turning sharp and harsh.
Victoria: You needed a strong woman to secure your inheritance and public status!
Victoria: She was weak, and she was going to drain all your wealth anyway!
Lily: She threatened my mom every single day!
Lily cried loudly, hiding her wet eyes behind her father's black suit jacket.
Mark felt a cold wave of anger boiling deep inside his chest.
He had almost handed his life and his daughter's trust fund to a total monster.
Mark: You are a sick, heartless creature.
Victoria: Think about your social standing, Mark!
Victoria: You can't ruin us over this!
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