“Miller Manor Group.”
My mother’s company.
The one Harrison told me didn’t matter.
The one I thought I had lost.
“I remember signing papers after my mother passed,” I said carefully. “But I was never told I was giving it away.”
The judge looked directly at Harrison.
“Did you present documents transferring her inheritance into a shell corporation under your sole control?”
Harrison tried to deflect.
The judge didn’t allow it.
Then everything unraveled.
Evidence showed Tiffany had tried to access my medical records without permission.
Messages revealed threats.
Attempts to isolate me.
Control me.
Silence me.
The judge’s voice turned cold.
“This is no longer a simple divorce case,” he said. “This involves coercion, abuse, and potential fraud.”
