They Said I Spent 80,000, I Had 800 Chapter 09

They Said I Spent 80,000, I Had 800 Chapter 09

On the day of the trial, I wore a plain white button–down shirt.

Mom and Dad sat in the front row of the gallery.

Taking the stand, Kaysen claimed that out of long–standing jealousy over his favored status in the family, I had deliberately framed him by fabricating text messages and bank transfer screenshots.

“She did all of this just to drive me out of the family so she could have all of our parents‘ assets to

herself!”

When it was my turn to speak, I set my tablet onto the stand.

I played the recording from his apartment–his voice echoing clearly, “That’s all from Mom and Dad. There’s no more. Figure it out yourself.”

Then came the audio of him forcing me to sign the IOU.

A heavy silence fell over the courtroom.

Next, I pulled up the certified bank statements.

My parents transferred tens of thousands of dollars into his account every month.

Kaysen transferred eight hundred dollars a month to me, while the rest went straight to clubs, luxury boutiques, and personal transfers.

Three years and six months–every single transaction laid out, crystal clear.

Then came the medical records.

Stomach hemorrhage, chronic disease, severe complications resulting from delayed treatment.

My work pay stubs showed a monthly income of around one thousand dollars, every cent used for

basic living and medication.

Finally, the IOUS written in my own handwriting, signed by Oaklee Harding.

“Which one of these is fake?” I asked quietly.

Kaysen’s attorney stood up, arguing that screenshots could be altered, audio could be edited, and informal IOUS lacked proper legal formatting.

The judge ordered him to sit down.

Nikki took the stand as a witness next.

She testified to every transfer Kaysen had made to her each month–money he’d told her was his sister’s living allowance.

She also brought up the sports car down payment.

Item by item, the truth unravelled until Mom sobbed aloud from the gallery.

I didn’t turn around to look.

In the defendant’s box, Kaysen kept his head bowed.

The judge delivered the verdict: guilty of embezzlement and guilty of intentional assault. Ten years.

Hearing the verdict, Kaysen finally lost his composure.

He screamed toward our parents, “It’s all your fault! You shouldn’t have brought her back!”

Two bailiffs stepped forward and led him away.

I thought back to the first time I’d met him.

Back then, he smiled and said, “If you ever need anything, come to me. I’m the one person in this

world who’ll always love you the most.”

I had believed him.

I thought I finally had family.

Yet today, he stood convicted of multiple crimes, sentenced to a decade behind bars.

He was the one who had caused me every ounce of suffering.

The court ordered him to pay full restitution for my financial losses and medical expenses, along

with additional compensation for emotional distress.

As the bailiffs led him past me, he stopped.

The hatred in his eyes was no longer concealed.

Outside the courthouse, Mom came up beside me and reached for my hand.

I paused for a second, but I didn’t pull away.

Her palm was warm.

“I need time,” I said quietly.

A bitter smile touched Mom’s lips.

“Okay. I’ll wait, sweetheart.”