“She’s going to cut me out of the will, the company, everything. Please talk to her. Ask her not to do this.”
For a moment I sat in the dark.
Then I smiled.
Karma had finally caught up with him.
But when I called him back, I quickly realized this situation could hurt me too.
He answered immediately.
“Claire?”
“Why would you think I’d help you?” I asked coldly.
There was a pause.
Then he said two words.
“Child support.”
My smile disappeared.
“You think I can support eight kids with nothing?” he said sharply. “If my mother cuts me off, I lose my salary. If I have no income, the court can’t force me to pay.”
I stayed silent, doing the math in my head.
Eight children.
Eight futures.
Eight college funds.
This wasn’t karma anymore.
This was a problem.
“So unless you suddenly have the money to support them yourself,” he continued, “you’d better convince my mother.”
I closed my eyes.
“Fine,” I said quietly. “I’ll talk to her.”
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