The dialing sound rang out clearly through the phone speaker held near Clara's ear.
The guests watched in awe as the bride stood tall against the wealthy family.
Clara: Please answer me, I need you to bring the original trust folder right now!
Voice on Phone: I am already at the entrance gate with the sheriff, Clara.
Clara dropped her hand down and lowered the phone with a faint smile.
Evelyn frowned deeply while clutching her designer purse tighter against her dress.
Evelyn: Who are you talking to on that phone, Clara?
Clara: I am talking to the head attorney of your late grandfather's estate.
Arthur stood up from his chair instantly as his face lost all its normal color.
Arthur: You have no authority to contact our family's primary legal team!
Clara: Your father left clear instructions in his final will regarding this property.
A tall man in a navy suit walked onto the lawn accompanied by two police officers.
He carried a thick leather file folder under his arm with official state seals.
Attorney Vance: Good afternoon, everyone, I am here to enforce the estate terms.
Evelyn: Get these people off our private lawn right this second, officer!
Attorney Vance: Mrs. Evelyn, this land actually does not belong to you or Arthur.
The crowd gasped loudly once again as the attorney opened the leather folder.
Mark stepped closer to the attorney with a look of pure confusion on his face.
Mark: What do you mean this lawn does not belong to my parents?
Attorney Vance: Your grandfather left this entire Dallas estate directly to his first grandchild.
Attorney Vance: And that inheritance clause activated the moment Clara became pregnant with your child.
Evelyn backed away slightly as the truth hit her like a sudden cold wave.
She had tried to force Clara away to keep control of the massive property.
Now her own plot had brought the truth straight out into the bright light.