She Framed Me As Unfit So I’ll See Her In Court Chapter 17
I didn’t urge my lawyer, and I didn’t push the issue in the parents’ groups, either.
In my last life, it had taken me far too long to see Beth clearly. She clung to Sloan because she wanted entry into the wealthy parents’ circle. She was vain, and cruel enough, but she didn’t have the nerve to bear real consequences.
What she feared most wasn’t losing Sloan’s friendship.
It was losing the life she had now—especially where her own child was concerned.
So I didn’t push her.
The lawyer’s letter would tell her what I needed it to: if she kept taking the fall for Sloan, she could end up with a criminal record. If she wanted to keep everything she still had, there was only one road left—talk.
That afternoon, my lawyer forwarded me a text from an unknown number.
“I’d like to talk privately, if possible. Please don’t contact the police first.”
Beth also said that after receiving the lawyer’s letter, she had kept calling Sloan, but Sloan hadn’t answered a single time.
I looked at that line, then turned off the screen.
Sloan had already started discarding her pawns.
At seven that evening, my lawyer called.
“Beth has completely fallen apart,” she said. “I’m going to read this to you.”
“I didn’t mean it! Sloan told me to do it! She said it was just a joke and nothing would happen! Please, I can’t have a criminal record, I have a child, too!”
There was a two-second pause on the line.
“She’s willing to talk formally. Come to the firm tomorrow. We’ll do a recorded meeting.”
“Okay.”
After I hung up, I filed the lawyer’s letter, the surveillance screenshots, and that text into the same folder.
Sloan thought that by refusing Beth’s calls, she could cut herself loose cleanly.
But tomorrow, the pawn she had pushed forward herself would be sitting across from us.