He Accused Me Of Stealing But I Heard The Truth Chapter 35
The agreement was eighty-seven pages long.
The first twenty were a dense thicket of legalese explaining how this did not constitute an admission of liability.
The clauses that followed stipulated that I could never again speak about Weston Group’s financial systems, foundation procedures, employee access, or anything Derek had ever said to me. Even when Maisie grew up, she would not be allowed to publicly say that she had once been so hungry she’d reached for someone else’s leftover sandwich.
My lawyer asked, “The offer is substantial. You can refuse it, or we can negotiate. It’s your decision.”
I flipped back to the first page.
Six years ago, Rachel had pushed a stack of papers toward me in the same way.
She had told me they were just anesthesia and privacy consent forms.
This time, I could read every single word.
“No.”
“You don’t want to counter?”
“They have to return what’s mine. Maisie’s treatment is something Derek should have been paying for all along. As for money to buy my silence, I’m not interested.”
My lawyer nodded and sent back my refusal.
Two hours later, Margaret Weston was at my apartment.
She didn’t bring family lawyers this time. She left her driver downstairs.
“I didn’t know the board was going to send that agreement.”