Arthur walked toward Julian.
"Mr. Williams, she was sickly as a child. Our family spent money to raise her. We poured our hearts and souls into raising you all these years. She has no right to treat her family like this."
I turned to look at Arthur.
"Raise me? Did you raise me, or did you raise inventory you could sell off whenever you needed cash?"
I pulled the old phone from the inside pocket of my coat.
I unlocked it, pulled up a file, and held it in front of Arthur's face.
The screen showed a list of contracts.
Next to each contract number were dates, amounts, and signatures.
All the signatures bore my name.
Eleanor stared at the screen, her face going pale. Her eyes lingered on the numbers, her fingers fidgeting unconsciously.
I scrolled.
"Using my ID to take out a loan—380
