Marcus motioned for his lead security guard to step forward immediately.
The heavy guard nodded calmly and pulled out a stack of legal eviction papers.
Marcus: This property belongs entirely to my son's legal protection trust fund.
Marcus: As his father and legal guardian, I am revoking your residence here.
Evelyn: You can't just kick us out into the street like common dogs!
Marcus: The sheriff's deputies are waiting at the front gates right now.
Marcus: You have ten minutes to grab your personal clothes and get out.
Margarethe tried to step forward to grab Marcus's arm in desperation.
Marcus stepped back firmly, raising his hand to block her path completely.
Marcus: Do not step any closer to me or my child, Margarethe.
Margarethe: Please, Marcus! Think of the family name! Think of our reputation!
Marcus: You destroyed our family name the day you let greed corrupt your heart.
The lead security officer stepped smoothly between Margarethe and Marcus's path.
Security Officer: Ma'am, please walk toward the front gates immediately without fuss.
Evelyn realized there was no escape from the legal trap closing around them.
She turned on her high heels and scurried inside the house in deep disgrace.
Margarethe looked at the ruined cake, the shattered glass, and the silent crowd.
No one stepped forward to defend her or offer a single word of comfort.
She wiped a bitter tear from her aged eye and walked away slowly.
Her head was bowed low as she left the ruined stone terrace behind.
The guests stood in stunned silence as the drama finally settled down.
Marcus turned away from the mansion and dropped down to his knees again.
He looked at little Leo, who was still standing quietly near his side.
The little boy looked at his father with big, wondering, hopeful eyes.