At 7:12 the next morning, an unknown number called.
Jordan almost ignored it, then answered.
‘Mr. Williams?’ a woman said.
Her voice was careful and professional, which made Jordan’s stomach drop before she finished the sentence.
‘This is Marisol from Greenridge Community Bank.’
Jordan straightened.
‘I’m calling because your father and your brother came in as soon as we opened,’ she continued.
‘They are demanding access to your daughter’s medical fund.’
For a moment, Jordan could not speak.
Marisol lowered her voice.
‘Your father claims the money was promised to the family.
Your brother is upset.
He said the surgery was a waste because Emma is only—’
She stopped.
But Caleb’s voice carried in the background, loud and furious.
‘She’s not even a real Williams!’
Jordan went cold from the inside out.
Then he heard his father snap at Caleb to shut up.
Marisol came back on the line, quieter now.
‘Mr. Williams, I think you should come here.
They brought personal documents.’
