Chapter 12
<p>Three days later, Jack brought me the receipt from Summit Bank.</p><p>His hands were trembling as he entered the hospital room.</p><p>"Claire, how much did your dad actually leave you?" he asked.</p><p>I took the receipt and looked at it.</p><p>The trust fund's total value, including all the gains, came to 28 million dollars.</p><p>I stared at that number for what felt like forever.</p><p>For four years, I worked four jobs a day only to scrape together 6,000 dollars a month for Ryan's medical bills.</p><p>For a 100-dollar pain relief patch, I spent seven hours waiting outside someone else's office.</p><p>For two hundred dollars' worth of anti-inflammatory medication, I nearly sold myself.</p><p>And all this time, there was 28 million dollars sitting quietly under my name.</p><p>Mom and Dad never said a word about it.</p><p>They probably figured that with Ryan around, I'd never need that money.</p><p>"Mr. Foster, other things can wait. I need a lawyer," I said.</p><p>"A lawyer?" Jack repeated.</p><p>"Yeah. Someone who can fight a property dispute in court."</p><p>Jack thought for a moment. "I know someone. She's your college classmate, Sophia Lane. She passed the bar last year and is now deputy director at Unity Law Firm."</p><p>I hadn't heard Sophia Lane's name in four years.</p><p>Back in college, she always sat behind me in class and brought me milk every morning.</p><p>The day I dropped out, she chased me all the way to the school gate and tried to shove 600 dollars into my hand, but I didn't take it.</p><p>After that, we lost touch.</p><p>It wasn't that she didn't try to reach out.</p><p>I simply couldn't let anyone see how I was living.</p><p>"Help me set up a meeting with her," I said.</p><p>That afternoon, Sophia showed up.</p><p>She was dressed in a sharp navy blue suit, her hair slicked back in a tight ponytail.</p><p>The moment she pushed open the door and saw me, she dropped her briefcase onto the floor.</p><p>"Claire Cooper?" she said.</p><p>"Long time no see," I said.</p><p>She walked over to the bed, looked me up and down for a long moment.</p><p>"What happened to you?" she asked.</p><p>I smiled, but I didn't explain anything.</p><p>She picked up her briefcase from the floor, opened it, and pulled out a thick stack of papers. "Mr. Foster gave me the basics over the phone. I ran a quick background check before coming over."</p><p>She handed me the papers. "Four years ago, your brother Ryan cited the company's bankruptcy and his own disability to transfer all of Cooper Enterprises' visible assets into three accounts.</p><p>"He's the real controller of those accounts.</p><p>"Emily's spending records show that over the past four years, she's spent more than two million dollars, all coming from those three accounts.</p><p>"At the same time, she's been posing as the Cooper family's adopted daughter in your father's old social circles, telling everyone you were kicked out for squandering the family fortune."</p><p>I flipped through the data.</p><p>Emily had spent two million dollars, yet Ryan had been playing poor in front of me for four years.</p><p>I walked so much to save a penny on bus fare that I could've lapped the city three times.</p><p>Meanwhile, Emily dropped thirty thousand dollars on one dress.</p><p>"Sophia, I need you to do three things for me," I said.</p><p>"Go ahead," she replied.</p><p>"First, freeze those three accounts.</p><p>"Second, as the legal beneficiary of the trust, I want a full audit of all Cooper Enterprises' assets and where they've gone.</p><p>"Third, gather every bit of evidence of Emily using the Cooper family's name for her own benefit these past four years."</p><p>Sophia looked up at me. "Claire, are you planning to—"</p><p>"I'm taking back what's mine."</p><p>Sophia slowly closed her briefcase and gave me a smile.</p><p>Her smile was tinged with concern, but mostly it was the kind of unspoken understanding only old friends have.</p><p>"Fine," she said. "But there's one condition."</p><p>"What?" I asked.</p><p>"You need to focus on getting better first." She stood up, walked to the door, and glanced back at me. "Claire, you've lost forty pounds."</p><p>The door closed behind her.</p><p>I rested my head on the pillow and read Mom's letter again.</p><p>The wind was blowing outside.</p><p>The curtain in my hospital room fluttered.</p><p>For the first time in four years, someone told me to get better first.</p>