Celeste turned around to face me. Her voice was still gentle and controlled.
“Nathan, you didn’t have legal capacity while you were ill. Mom and Dad were worried about you, so they temporarily entrusted your shares to Philip for management.”
“That was my life’s work.” I stared at the back of Philip’s head, fury surging through my chest.
He let out a scoffing laugh.
“Nathan, you don’t have that kind of ability,” he said lightly. “Wouldn’t it be better to just live comfortably as a rich idler?”
I looked at everyone in the car.
My wife.
My so-called brother.
My sister.
“Stop the car,” I said quietly. “Or else.”
Before anyone could react, I lunged forward and grabbed Philip by the hair, yanking hard.
He slammed on the brakes. The car screeched to a halt at the side of the road.
I flung the door open and jumped out.
Before walking away, I turned back and fixed them with a cold stare.
“Things that belong to me aren’t that easy to take.”
I still had friends in Boston, brothers I had grown up with. I tracked them down, scraped together what money we could, hired the best lawyer I could afford, and led a group straight to the company.