Mark turned the yellowed pages carefully under the bright reading lamp light.
Sarah watched Eleanor's expression change from cold pride to utter defeat.
Mark: My father wrote down every single dollar you moved into hidden accounts.
Mark: He left explicit instructions that you were never to inherit this home.
Eleanor: He was not in his right mind when he wrote those crazy words!
Sarah: The medical records show he was fully clear until his last day.
Sarah: You forged his signature on the deed update three weeks later.
Eleanor backed away toward the open balcony doors leading to the courtyard.
Eleanor: I built the reputation of this family all across this city!
Mark: You built a house of cards using stolen money and fake tears.
A loud knock sounded from the front double doors down in the foyer.
Two official police officers stepped inside the wide marble entrance hall.
Sarah: That is Deputy Miller from the county probate court department.
Sarah: He is here to deliver the formal eviction notice for this house.
Eleanor clutched the door frame tightly as her face turned completely pale.
Eleanor: You cannot kick me out of my own home in broad daylight!
Mark: This was never your home, Eleanor, and it never will be again.
Mark: You took advantage of my grief when my father passed away.
Sarah: But you will not take another single day from my little girl.
The police officer walked up the grand staircase with steady even paces.
Officer: Mrs. Eleanor Vance, we have a court order requiring you to leave.
Eleanor: This is a huge mistake that my personal lawyer will fix today!
Officer: You have thirty minutes to gather your personal clothes and step outside.
Eleanor looked at Mark one last time, hoping to see a sign of mercy.
Mark turned his back on her and picked up his young daughter Lily.