“Gavin…” she murmured, staring directly into my pupils.
I extracted one piece of documentation out of my binder and pushed it over the wood surface.
“You desire genetics, Miranda? Here it lies. That is the only item you have a right to. You departed while I was an infant. You remained absent for twenty-plus years. My father, Simon, is my family. All this other stuff?” I knocked on the desk. “This enterprise. This lifestyle. This person… You hold zero rights over any of it… including myself.”
She stayed silent. Her representative tilted closer, his mouth opening as if he intended to argue, however Ingrid beat him to the punch.
“Shall we discuss figures,” Ingrid suggested peacefully, tossing our portfolio open.
We displayed every shred of evidence: my father’s work history, confirmation he held multiple positions, health bills he paid solo, plus even pictures of Miranda’s online updates boasting regarding her fresh lifestyle while contributing zero to the kid she dumped.
There had been zero try to connect. Zero effort to pitch in financially. All Miranda managed was leaving me behind, by her own choice.
“We are suing for past-due parental payments,” Ingrid declared. “Plus, considering the wealth data we have collected, a judge will surely conclude that your employer possessed the funds to assist… yet refused.”
Miranda rejected all accusations and even dried her face using a napkin she obviously packed just to put on a show.
However, none of her acting worked.
The moment we appeared before a judge, the law favored our side. Miranda received an order to return massive amounts of cash in neglected assistance.
Once the final verdict was announced, she marched angrily outside the legal chambers.
