Chapter 5 - Standing My Ground

The deposition took place in a stark, glass-walled conference room in downtown Seattle. Richard sat flanked by two sharp-suited attorneys, with Evelyn sitting directly behind him in the gallery area like a shadow.
When I walked in with Sarah, Richard looked up. He looked exhausted, bags dark under his eyes, his tailored suit hanging loosely on his frame.
"Laura," he murmured, starting to stand up. "Can we just talk privately? Please."
"Everything we have to say will be said through our lawyers, Richard," I replied coolly, taking my seat.
Richard’s lead attorney, Mr. Vance, opened the folder in front of him. "Mrs. Bennett, our client acknowledges his past errors regarding the disclosure of Emma's parentage. However, my client's family believes that your retaining custody of all three children places an undue financial burden on you, whereas the Bennett trust can provide superior resources."
"Superior resources?" I laughed softly, a sound devoid of humor. "Your client spent nine years ignoring his daughter in her own home to satisfy his mother's vanity. Money doesn't compensate for emotional neglect."
"Be that as it may," Vance continued smoothly, "Mrs. Evelyn Bennett is prepared to establish an independent trust fund for Emma on the condition that she is placed in a private residential boarding institution, freeing you to focus on raising the boys."
I slammed my hand onto the table. The sharp crack echoed through the quiet room.
"You want to ship an eleven-year-old child away to a boarding school just to clean up your family tree?" I glared directly at Evelyn, who met my eyes with cold disdain. "Listen to me very carefully. Emma is my daughter. I signed her adoption decree nine years ago. I am her legal mother, and no amount of Bennett money will ever buy her away from me."
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Richard looked at his mother, then at me, panic setting into his features. "Laura, my mother just wants what's best for the family legacy—"
"You lost the right to talk about legacy the day you let your mother call your child 'worthless'!" I snapped. "We will see you in court, Richard."