Chapter 13 - Eighty PercentThe amendment was short.
Legally dense.
Emotionally devastating.
Evelyn had written it after learning Walter intended to resume business contact with Grant.
If another verified incident of child abuse occurred on Cedar Ridge property while a trustee, manager, spouse or household member knowingly permitted or committed it, the trust’s interests would be reallocated.
Rebecca’s conditional twenty percent would vanish.
Ethan’s interest would become eighty percent.
Owen’s twenty would remain.
No adult trustee could personally benefit from the property.
Daniel read the language twice.
“Ethan already had sixty.”
“Yes,” Thomas said.
“And if Claire’s conduct qualifies…”
“Subject to court interpretation and proof, Ethan could become the eighty-percent beneficiary.”
Daniel rubbed his face.
“That makes him the target.”
Thomas went quiet.
Daniel regretted saying it aloud.
“Not necessarily physically.”
“But financially.”
“Yes.”
“Grant knew.”
“Likely.”
“Rebecca?”
“She had access to an earlier schedule, but I don’t know whether she knew about the amendment.”
Daniel looked across Thomas’s office.
“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?”
“Because I didn’t know the amendment survived.”
“You knew about the trust.”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“Your father instructed me to communicate trust matters through Henry and Rebecca.”
“Was that legal?”
“The trustees had authority to manage information in certain circumstances. Whether their secrecy was wise is another matter.”
Daniel laughed bitterly.
“Everyone keeps distinguishing legal from right.”
Thomas accepted that.
“What matters now is protecting Ethan’s interest and your relationship with him.”
“Not the farm?”
“No.”
That answer surprised Daniel.
Thomas leaned forward.
“Daniel, you’ve spent your adult life believing preserving Cedar Ridge was a moral duty.”
“My family built it.”
“Your family also used that idea to justify terrible decisions.”
Daniel looked away.
Thomas continued.
“A farm is land and equipment. A child is a child.”
Daniel thought of Ethan whispering into the hidden camera.
Please tell Dad.
He nodded.
“What do I do?”
“You cooperate with investigators. We petition the county court for independent trust supervision until the dispute is resolved. You stop making decisions based on whether Cedar Ridge survives.”
That last part hurt.
But Daniel knew it was correct.
“What if protecting Ethan means losing everything?”
Thomas looked at him.
“Then lose everything.”
Daniel returned home before dinner.
Ethan was helping Tom’s wife make grilled cheese.
Daniel sat beside him.
“Can I ask you something?”
Ethan nodded.
“If we didn’t live here anymore, would that make you sad?”
Ethan thought carefully.
“Would you come?”
“Yes.”
“Then no.”
The simplicity nearly broke Daniel.
“What about the cows?”
“We could visit cows.”
“What about your room?”
“I like Tom’s room.”
“It’s a guest room.”
“It has dinosaurs.”
Daniel smiled.
Ethan looked at him.
“Are we leaving because I told?”
“No.”
“Claire said if I told, the farm would go away.”
Daniel’s smile disappeared.
“What exactly did she say?”
Ethan stared at his sandwich.
“She said Grandma Rebecca would lose everything.”
Daniel froze.
“Grandma Rebecca?”
Ethan frowned.
“She said Aunt Rebecca.”
“Okay.”
“She said people would blame me.”
“When?”
“Before the barn.”
“How long before?”
“A lot of sleeps.”
Daniel remained calm.
“What else did she say?”
“That Dad would have no money.”
“Did Rebecca ever say these things?”
“No.”
“Only Claire?”
Ethan nodded.
Daniel felt a new possibility.
Claire may have been using Rebecca’s name.
Maybe Rebecca was complicit financially but unaware of Ethan’s abuse.
That didn’t absolve her.
But truth mattered.
His phone rang.
Owen.
“We found Rebecca.”
“Where?”
“She called me.”
Daniel stood.
“What?”
“She wants to meet.”
“Why you?”
“She says I’m the only person Grant can’t manipulate.”
“Where?”
“I’m not telling you until Laura knows.”
Good.
Owen was learning.
An hour later, Laura arranged a controlled meeting at her office.
Rebecca entered through a side door.
She looked exhausted and frightened.
Daniel immediately asked, “Why did you run?”
“Grant threatened me.”
“What did he say?”
“That if I told investigators about Northstar, he would release documents proving I misused trust funds.”
“Did you?”
Rebecca looked at Laura.
“My attorney told me not to answer that without him.”
Laura nodded.
Daniel restrained himself.
Rebecca turned toward Owen.
“I need you to understand something.”
“I’m listening.”
“I did approve Prairie Shield payments.”
“We know.”
“I believed they were buying Grant out.”
“Why?”
“Because he claimed he had documents that could challenge the trust.”
“The original?”
“A competing version.”
Daniel frowned.
“What version?”
Rebecca removed a folded photocopy from her purse.
It appeared to be a beneficiary schedule.
The names were different.
Grant held forty percent.
Rebecca thirty.
Daniel thirty.
Ethan and Owen had nothing.
Owen stared.
“It’s fake.”
Rebecca nodded.
“I know that now.”
“How?”
“Because Grant made a mistake.”
She pointed to the witness signature.
The witness was Evelyn’s longtime doctor.
Rebecca said, “Dr. Mason died in 2007.”
The document was dated 2009.
Laura took the copy.
“So Grant forged it.”
“Yes.”
“Why pay him?”
Rebecca’s eyes filled with shame.
“Because he said if I didn’t, he would tie Cedar Ridge up in litigation for years.”
Daniel stared.
“You stole from the farm to pay a blackmailer?”
“I told myself I was protecting the trust.”
Owen whispered, “That sentence again.”
Rebecca looked at him.
“I know.”
Then she said something unexpected.
“Grant never cared about owning Cedar Ridge.”
Daniel frowned.
“Then what does he want?”
Rebecca looked at Ethan’s name on the trust document.
“He wants it sold.”
“Why?”
“Because someone else promised him five million dollars if Northstar gets control before October.”
Laura asked, “Who?”
Rebecca swallowed.
“The person who has been financing him.”
“Name.”
Rebecca hesitated.
Then spoke.
Daniel felt every old certainty collapse again.
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