Outraged by Margarethe's endless cruelty and the terrible assault she had suffered just moments ago, Hannah reacted with fast, overwhelming force. Before Margarethe's hand could touch the papers, Hannah stepped forward into the bright daylight streaming through the window. With full force, she slapped Margarethe hard across the face.
The loud slap echoed off the high marble walls like a gunshot. Margarethe screamed out in utter shock, losing her balance completely. Her slippers slid across the polished floor, and she crashed down onto the hard marble with a loud thud, landing flat on her back near the doorway.
Hannah: THIS HOUSE IS IN MY NAME! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
Margarethe: You hit me! Mark, call the police! She assaulted your mother in your own home!
Hannah: Call them! Call the police right now! Let them look at the dent on my headboard and the iron pot on the floor!
Mark: Mom... please, just stop talking. You threw a heavy metal pot at her head.
Margarethe: Are you taking her side over your own biological mother?
Hannah: He isn't taking my side, he is facing reality! You have one hour to pack your bags and get out of my sight!
Margarethe sat on the cold floor, holding her reddened cheek in disbelief. Her crown of arrogance was completely destroyed. She looked at her son, waiting for him to defend her, to command Hannah to apologize, or to assert control over the house. But Mark just stood there with his head down, clutching the prenup papers that proved he owned nothing in this grand home.
Hannah grabbed her phone and dialed her family lawyer on speakerphone. The dialing sound rang loudly through the high-ceilinged room before a calm male voice answered the call.
Attorney Stevens: Good morning, Hannah. Is everything alright with the estate matters?
Hannah: Mr. Stevens, I need an emergency eviction order filed against an unwanted guest immediately, and I want security staff at my gate in twenty minutes.