Rachel finally looked me in the eye. There were no more tears, no fear. There was only a coldness that frightened me. “You want to know why?” she asked, her voice surprisingly calm. “Because you always cared more about your hotels, your money, your precious legacy than me. Because after Dad died, you drowned yourself in work and left me aside. You promised that one day everything would be mine, and then you decided to donate it all to a stupid foundation.”
The rawness of the confession made everyone in the room hold their breath.
“You have two options,” I said, my voice now firm. “First option: Nora calls the police right now. You are arrested for attempted murder. You’ll spend years in prison.”
Rachel stared at the table. Derek looked like he was about to faint.
“Second option,” I continued. “You sign the documents Nora prepared. You confess everything in writing. The document will be kept in a safe. If anything, natural or not, happens to me, it will be immediately handed over to the authorities.”
“And in return?” Derek asked, his voice barely audible.