I nodded, feeling the weight of the truth settling in the room like a thick fog. “Yes, Sebastian, it is true. I never thought I’d be standing here, saying these words about my own son, but here we are.”
Sebastian took a deep breath, as if preparing for a marathon. “Alright, Mrs. Mary. We need to take immediate action. First, I’m going to freeze all your accounts to prevent any further unauthorized access. Then, we’ll start tracing the funds transfer.”
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the fear and resolve that battled for supremacy within me. As Sebastian worked swiftly, I couldn’t help but think of all the memories tied to that money. It wasn’t just a number; it was the culmination of decades of hard work, of Arthur’s and my dreams, of our shared life.
