The first video appeared.
It showed one of her sons entering her bedroom while she was asleep.
He opened a drawer and removed a small jewellery box.
The second video was even worse.
Her daughter was secretly taking documents from a locked cabinet and photographing them with her phone.
The third video made my stomach turn.
All four of her children were gathered in the living room discussing how to convince doctors that their mother was no longer mentally fit to manage her own affairs.
“If we succeed,” one of the sons said, “we can take control of everything before she changes her will.”
I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
The lawyer paused the video.
“Now you understand why she accused you.”
“No,” I replied quietly.
“I don’t.”
The lawyer leaned back in his chair.
“She needed her children to believe she trusted them more than anyone else. She wanted them to become careless.”
My mind raced.
“So the accusation was part of a plan?”
Desperate to support my family and keep food on the table, I took a job working as a driver for a wealthy widow.
