I looked at Ethan.

The color had completely drained from his face.

He looked like a man who had finally realized the floor was giving way beneath him.

“Thank you, Ms. Bennett,” Miller said. “Your witness.”

Richard’s lawyer stood up, but his posture was different now.

The aggressive confidence he had shown during his opening statement was gone.

He approached the podium slowly, flipping through his notes.

“Ms. Bennett,” the lawyer said. “You claim you had no knowledge of these transactions.”

“But isn’t it true that you were the one who signed the tax returns for the foundation during the years in question?”

“I signed the compiled returns based on the audited financial statements provided to me by Ethan Cole,” I said.

“As a certified accountant, I relied on the integrity of the documentation.”

“When I discovered that documentation was falsified, I immediately flagged it.”

“Flagged it to whom?” the lawyer asked. “To your father?”

“To the internal audit committee,” I said. “Which my father promptly dissolved the following week.”

A few people in the gallery chuckled softly.