I thought I was invisible in my own family. My grandson Tyler asked if I wanted to come to his playoff game, but Greg dismissed him. Melissa giggled, agreeing I was “tired.” They decided for me, turning me into a ghost in my own life.
Three days later, Greg came to my guest house with an expensive bottle of wine I couldn’t drink, pitching a risky loan. I refused. The mask slipped. He raged, claiming I lived on his land—forgetting I owned it. He left threatening me.
A week later, stress-induced angina hit me at 3 a.m. My daughter refused to help, dismissing my chest pain as “inconvenience.” I called an Uber to the ER. Returning, I saw them flaunting their disregard at a charity gala. That was the moment something inside me shifted.
The next morning, a courier delivered a legal petition: Gregory and Melissa were filing for conservatorship, claiming I was mentally unfit. Their “evidence” came from a Dr. Peter Lim—a man I’d never met.
I went straight to the main house, confronting them. They looked calm until they saw the papers. Greg’s mask faltered; Melissa avoided my gaze. They tried to make my supposed heart incident proof of incompetence. I left, locking myself in my real home: a hidden, high-tech office I’d maintained for years.
I wasn’t just Nate Price—I was the Scalpel, former top forensic investigator for the DOJ. Thirty years earlier, I had dissected financial crimes and brought corrupt executives to justice. That man had been buried for family. But now, Greg and Melissa had given him a reason to return.
I called Avery Hayes, my trusted former partner. Within an hour, she confirmed Dr. Lim wasn’t even a doctor—he was a disgraced, revoked-license dentist whose bail had been guaranteed by one of Greg’s shell companies. The conservatorship wasn’t impulsive—it was a long-planned attempt to seize my assets.
I began unraveling Greg’s financial web. Walsh Holdings GP, Delaware LLCs, family trusts—he’d made them complex but sloppy. Every careless email, every overlooked security hole, became my leverage. The Scalpel was awake again.