Chapter 708 Fake Will
Sara had a frown of displeasure on her face as she walked through the lobby of the law firm, heading for Amos's office.
The phone calls from him were becoming increasingly irritating and she was beginning to seriously consider getting rid of him.
He knew far too much about everything and she had no plans of letting a coward like him become a weak link for her.
Why was he suddenly becoming so cowardly and fearful? Sara mused as she got out of the elevator, and a moment later she was standing in Amos' office.
"I'm glad you're here," Amos said as he rose to greet her.
"You disappoint me, Amos. I'm not impressed by your conduct lately," Sara said in a scolding tone as she sat down without waiting for him to offer her a seat.
"You don't seem to understand the situation of things right now, Sara. I feel as though everything I've worked for is about to go down the drain. My blood pressure is over the roof, and I'm always looking over my back now. Do you know Rebekah Miller?" He asked and Sara resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"Is she someone I'm supposed to know?"
"Yes. I believe you met her a couple of times in the past during your interactions with the Petersons. She is related to them," Amos said and Sara nodded thoughtfully.
"What about her? Can you be quick and tell me where this is getting to? I have a flight to catch out of the country, and I don't intend to miss it because of you," Sara said impatiently.
Amos picked up his phone and turned it to Sara as he played a video of the live show and then he switched to another video as of Rebekah being surrounded by reporters who kept throwing questions at her while Rebekah kept yelling, "I'm innocent! Thomas Hank is behind this! He set me up!"
Sara arched a brow, "So? What has this got to do with me?" Sara asked and Amos shook his head incredulously.
"Didn't you hear her? Thomas Hank is involved. First it was Wilson, and now it is Rebekah. Who do you think is next? Her cousin, Emilia, who is Wilson Peterson's wife reached out to me to have my lawyers represent her since no one is willing to take up her case in Ludus because the chief judge is involved. I had to find a way to reach Rebekah and I spoke with her over the phone so I could better understand the nature of the case and our chances before sending any lawyers over there. Guess what she said? She said Jade Hank, my former employee and her brother was behind it all. She said they did that because of a simple misunderstanding…."
"You still haven't told me what this has got to do with me. I have no business with the Hanks," Sara cut in impatiently.
"I'm trying to tell you that they will be coming for us! Thomas Hank and your son Harry, I have no doubt that they will come for us next," Amos said as he rose.
"You're just being paranoid, Amos. No one is coming for anybody. I saw Harry the other day, and he completely ignored me. Do you think he would do that if he knew anything or had any plans of doing anything to me?" Sara asked and Amos shook his head.
"This has nothing to do with being paranoid. Jade Hank told me for sure before she left my office that they will stop at nothing to ruin you (chapter 457). Seeing how she was involved in bringing down Rebekah Miller, I don't think that was an idle threat. They are dealing with everyone one after the other. First it was Wilson Peterson, next it was Rebekah Miller, and now it might just be your turn. Don't you think they might do worse to you when they find out everything? How much longer do you think we have before they put all the pieces together?" Amos pleaded, wanting Sara to understand the severity of the situation.
Although Sara had been worried about all of this initially, but after giving it a lot of thought she had come to the conclusion that she had nothing to fear as long as she played her cards right.
"Calm down, Amos. They can't do anything to me. First they have no proof about anything. If Aaron and Harry decides to come out to tell the world I was married and had a kid, I will simply defend myself by saying Aaron was abusive and I had to flee for my life. I lost the other twin during childbirth and no one can prove otherwise. I will shed a couple of tears and win the sympathy of the public.," Sara said with a shrug.
"I've been thinking about it, and they have no evidence against me. Besides, even if they were planning to come at me, the Hank family will be too busy mourning their grandfather right now. By the time they are done with that, I should have done away with the girl. They have nothing on me, Amos. Absolutely nothing," Sara said confidently.
"But they know the girl is alive. Jade Hank knows that. You told me your sister's daughter is also aware," Amos reminded her, and she shrugged.
"Do they have any evidence to prove that? I could easily deny it and you could too. We will make Thomas Hank out to be a vengeful man, and say he is trying to destroy me simply because I abandoned his best friend. How else will you explain why the two people who claim to know the other twin is alive are his sister and girlfriend? Trust me, Amos. I've given this a lot of thought. As long as I have the girl with me and I'm going to get rid of her, there will be no evidence against me. Trust me when I say I have everything under control," Sara assured him calmly.
Although Amos wasn't convinced, he gave her a nod as he returned to his seat. He knew better to argue with her when she was being so irritatingly arrogant.
He had already made up his mind on what to do and was working on it already. He was just going to pack up and disappear with his family. He wasn't going to wait to go down with such a foolish person. No he wasn't.
"So, have you fixed the stuff with Wilson? Have you found someone to play the role?" Sara asked, changing the subject.
"Not yet. I'm still on it," he said and she nodded.
"Let me know when you do. For the meantime I need you to do something for me," she said and he looked at her with a raised a brow as he wondered what it was she wanted this time.
"What could that be?" ｂｅｄ𝚗ｏ𝚟𝚎𝚕.𝚌𝚘ｍ
"I need you to draft out a fake will and testament," she said and he raised a brow.
"I need the girl to stumble upon it. She is going to be more willing to cooperate with me if she believes I'm giving her all I have," Sara said and Amos raised a brow.
"Why would she want to cooperate to keep you alive if she believes she stands to gain more from your death?" Amos asked, wondering if she had a fish brain.
"Because I'm her mother. Despite knowing I was wealthy she didn't accept me so easily when I told her I was her mother. She demanded a DNA test. What does that tell you? Sometimes money isn't everything to some people. Go on and draft it out," Sara urged him and Amos shook his head.
What was it to him if she decided to do something that foolish? He was just going to teach her a lesson before disappearing. He was going to make sure the Will wasn't a fake, and if possible he would find a way to alert the innocent girl of it.
Away from there, Bernice stood by Adam's hospital bed with both their boys standing beside the bed.
As she watched his unconscious form, her mind went back to the details of her visit to his parents the previous day after the live "You have a lot of nerve showing up in this place after that disgraceful stunt you and your shameless family pulled in front of show.
She had gotten involved in a serious row with her in-laws during her visit to them.
"You have a lot of nerve showing up in this place after that disgraceful stunt you and your shameless family pulled in front of everyone," Adam's mother had said the moment she set eyes on her.
"I'm not here to fight or argue with you. I want to see Adam," Bernice had said without flinching.
"How could you utter such words about Adam without thinking about his reputation? Couldn't you have at least considered our family and the kids?" Adam's mother had asked as though Bernice had not spoken a word.
"His reputation? How is protecting his reputation my responsibility? Why didn't he think about that before getting involved with my mother?" Bernice had asked disdainfully.
"What are you doing here?" The chief judge had asked in a gruff voice as he walked into the house and saw his wife and Bernice.
"I want to see Adam," Bernice had said as she turned away from the woman to face her husband.
"What for? You definitely don't think we are going to let you stay married to him after all you did today, do you? You embarassed our family and…"
"And who told you I want to remain married to your stupid abusive son or be a part of your corrupt family?" Bernice had cut in with a snap, surprising them.
"What?" Adam's mother had asked in disbelief.
"You heard me right. I want a divorce. As a matter of fact, I'm demanding it. You should be ashamed of yourself as a mother and a woman. This whole time you knew your son was hitting me and you did nothing about it. Good thing I have all the evidence I need to prove it. And don't you dare think of threatening to take my kids away from me or letting me go without compensating me. If you try it, I'm going to make sure your son's sex video is the most searched video on the internet. You have no idea how low I can go just to bring you all down to my level," Bernice had said as she glared at them both.
"I blame Adam for this. He should never have married you…"
"Finally we agree on something. He should never have done that considering being my mother's lover!" Bernice had said cutting off the chief judge once again before he could finish.
"I'm not surprised that instead of focusing on your son's immorality you're more interested in protecting your stinky reputation. And just so you know, I have evidence of most of the corruption going on in the law firm. If you doubt it, don't let me have my way, and we will see how much longer you both can hold your heads up in society. I expect you to text me the location of wherever Adam is being kept," Bernice had said, and without another word she walked out of the house.
She had never felt more proud of herself as she did standing up to her in-laws who had treated her like trash from the very moment Adam had stated his intention to marry her.
Looking down at Adam now, she smirked. She had wanted to see him because she wanted to see his state and confirm for herself that he was truly alive.
It was a good thing he did not die. She liked that he would be alive to not only feel the pain of being betrayed by his lover who had almost killed him, but he was also going to see her walk out of their marriage with full custody of their kids and half of all he owned.
Now that she was sure of it, she could go ahead with her plans to file for divorce.
She took her phone out of her handbag when it rang, and she received the call when she saw that it was from Tiffany.
"Hey! Are you with Adam now? Is he truly alive?" Tiffany asked as she sat in her car after moving her stuff out of Jackson's house.
She had discussed with Jackson the previous day and he had agreed to a peaceful divorce. He had offered that she take the house but she had turned him down saying she wanted a fresh start.
He had offered to give her any amount of money she asked for and had promised to look into all that his father had stolen from her father and pay back every penny to her and her sisters.
"Yes. He is still unconscious," Bernice said and Tiffany sighed.
"What's your plan? I'm on my way to speak with the divorce lawyer. Want to come along?" Tiffany asked and Bernice smiled.
"Sure. But I need to drop the kids off at Lisa's first, and then I will meet up with you," Bernice said and Tiffany nodded.
Lisa had agreed to take care of Bernice's kids so she could take a break from everything and travel with Tiffany.
"Alright. I will be expecting you. I'm turning off my phone now," Tiffany said before hanging up.
Despite the heavy backlash following the live show, the sisters were finally on their way to becoming happy.
At first they had all been sad about Rebekah's spiteful revelation concerning their paternity, but they had all agreed to not think about it or talk about Rebekah.
The only thing that bothered them now was Anita's silence. Despite all that was happening, they were yet to hear from her or know how she was doing.