Marcus pulled a thick leather folder out from his inner suit jacket pocket.
He raised the documents high so every guest on the patio could see.
Margarethe's pale face suddenly lost every single trace of its remaining color.
She recognized the official blue seal stamped on the front of the folder.
Marcus: You all think Margarethe owns this estate and the family trust fund.
Margarethe: Marcus, stop this immediately! We can talk inside privately!
Marcus: No. We are talking right here, in front of everyone you tried to impress.
Evelyn: Don't listen to his lies! He is just trying to cause chaos!
Marcus: These are the original, audited financial documents from our father's estate.
The guests began whispering loudly among themselves as Marcus spoke with power.
Many of them had suspected financial mischief for several long years.
Marcus opened the folder and pointed to the clear signature lines below.
Marcus: Five years ago, my father left sixty percent of the company to Leo.
Marcus: He put the estate and the mountain home into a legal trust for my son.
Margarethe: That will was revoked! I am the sole executor of the estate!
Marcus: You forged his signature three weeks before he passed away in hospital.
A collective gasp rose from the crowd of high-society guests on the lawn.
Evelyn took a step back, her face twisting in sudden, sharp panic.
Evelyn: That is an absolute lie! You have no legal proof of that!
Marcus: The state prosecutor signed the fraud indictment two hours ago.
Marcus: Forensic handwriting experts confirmed your fake signatures on every paper.
Margarethe trembled as she clutched her lace outfit with shaking hands.
The arrogance that she had held for decades evaporated in a single second.
She looked around at the guests, but everyone turned their faces away from her.
Margarethe: Marcus... I am your mother... you can't do this to me...
Marcus: You stopped being my mother when you targeted my helpless boy.