“He’s trying to paint you as the deceptive one, so we must show his hands are dirty.”

I pointed to the digital recorder sitting on my bedside table.

“I have the recording of Everett,” I said.

Everett was Grant’s former business partner, who had warned me about the forgery.

“He admits on tape that Grant forged my signature on the trust documents,” I added.

Naomi’s eyes brightened slightly.

“That is crucial,” she said.

“What about his text messages?”

“I have dozens of them,” I said.

“He sent texts demanding I sign over the deed to the Alexandria house.”

“He explicitly wrote that he would make my life miserable if I didn’t comply.”

“And we have the hospital security footage,” Vale added.

“The security team kept a log of his attempt to force his way into this ward yesterday.”

“He was hostile, aggressive, and had to be escorted off the premises.”

Naomi took a deep breath, her sharp eyes scanning her notes.

“That’s exactly what we need,” she said.

“We will package all of this for the judge.”

“The forged trust documents, the threats, and the security report.”