I turned to the lawyer.
"No—what's happening here is you all trying to swallow my assets. The lawyer is right here. Tell them—can they get away with it?"
The lawyer hesitated.
"Well... that depends..."
All my attention was on him. I didn't notice my mother-in-law edging closer until she suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked hard.
"You wretched woman! You killed my son and now you want his money? Over my dead body!"
Off balance, my head slammed against the TV wall. White-hot pain exploded in my skull, the world spinning around me.
"Lock her in the basement!"
My hand came away slick with warm blood as I looked up at the crowd of middle ages people closing in on me.
Through the gaps between them, I saw Terrence standing behind, watching coldly, not moving to stop them.
"Don't you dare!" I tried to push myself up, but before I could, someone snatched a vase from the TV cabinet.
The sound of shattering porcelain rang out again—and just before darkness swallowed me, I heard Terrence's calm voice.
"Go on, lawyer. Keep reading. Ignore her."
I woke up with a scream lodged in my throat.
My hand brushed against a cold, dusty floor.
So they really locked me in the basement.