Evelyn hurried down the wide hall, pulling two heavy leather suitcases behind her.
She reached the top of the grand staircase, hoping to make a quick escape outside.
Marcus stepped out into the open foyer, blocking the path toward the main exit doors.
Father: You are not going anywhere, Evelyn.
Evelyn gripped her handbag tightly, her eyes darting toward the wide double doors.
Stepmother: You cannot keep me here against my will, Marcus!
Father: The police are already on their way to this house.
Evelyn's face turned completely red with rising anger and desperation.
Stepmother: That clumsy maid made up a lie to save herself!
Clara walked out into the foyer, standing firmly beside Marcus and little Lily.
Maid: The security camera on the pillar recorded everything clearly, ma'am.
Evelyn froze in place, her confidence suddenly dissolving into utter panic.
She had forgotten about the high-tech security system installed throughout the mansion estate.
She dropped her designer bags onto the polished floor with a loud thud.
Stepmother: Marcus, please, we can talk about this privately in your office!
Father: There is nothing left to talk about between us.
Marcus pulled his daughter closer, feeling a strong sense of protective duty.
Sirens echoed in the distance, drawing closer to the estate's high security gates.
Evelyn backed away toward the white columns, looking for any way out of the foyer.
Two police officers stepped through the front entrance with their badges clearly displayed.
Marcus handed them the digital storage drive containing the clear video footage proof.
Father: She tried to harm my child for financial gain.
The officers approached Evelyn, who began shouting excuses that made no sense at all.
They placed her under arrest right there under the grand crystal chandelier light.