Julian guided Clara down the wide carpeted hallway toward his private office suite.
He wrapped his heavy suit jacket around her cold, shivering shoulders.
Evelyn followed close behind them, her expensive heels clicking loudly on the wood.
Evelyn: Think about your future, Julian, you will lose your corporate title!
Julian: Keep your mouth shut before I lock you away myself!
Julian pushed open the heavy mahogany doors to his personal mansion office.
He sat Clara down gently on the soft leather sofa near the marble fireplace.
Clara clutched the tuxedo jacket tight against her neck, still trembling with fear.
Clara: She fed me through a small sliding hatch twice a week...
Julian felt a fresh wave of severe nausea hit his stomach at her words.
He walked over to his massive oak desk and grabbed his personal phone.
Julian dialed the direct number for his high-profile divorce lawyer and legal estate team.
Julian: Arthur, get the police chief and a medical team to my mansion immediately.
Arthur: Julian, what is going on over there during your engagement party?
Julian: My mother commited a massive criminal act regarding my wife's trust fund.
Evelyn rushed into the office and slammed her hands down on the mahogany desk.
Evelyn: You are ruining your own inheritance by calling the authorities!
Julian: Clara had a ten-million-dollar estate from her biological father, did she not?
Evelyn gasped softly, her face turning pale under her heavy makeup layers.
Julian had discovered the real motive behind his mother's cold, calculated actions.
When Clara married Julian, her wealthy biological father left her a massive private trust fund.
If Clara died without heirs, the entire estate passed directly to Julian's family business.
Evelyn had forged the death certificates to claim the cash while keeping Clara hidden.
Julian: You stole her life just to pay off your corporate bank loans!
Evelyn: We were going bankrupt, Julian, I saved this entire family from poverty!
Julian: You did not save us, you turned our home into a private prison!