Evelyn: You're calling your private security guards on your own wife?!
Mark: You stopped being my wife the moment you degraded my daughter, Evelyn.
Evelyn: Mark, please! Think about our reputation in society! We are supposed to host the charity gala here next week!
Mark: The charity gala is canceled. Everything regarding you in this house is canceled.
Maya: Daddy... she took Mommy's gold necklace from my bedroom drawer too...
Mark turned his head sharply, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Evelyn.
Mark: Where is Clara's gold locket, Evelyn?
Evelyn: I don't know what she's talking about! The child is making up lies to get me in trouble!
Maya: I saw her take it out of my jewelry box yesterday while you were in Houston, Daddy!
Evelyn: She's a liar! I never stepped foot in her bedroom yesterday!
Mark: Evelyn, do you see those small black circles on the kitchen ceiling smoke detectors?
Evelyn raised her eyes toward the high white ceiling, her brow furrowing in confusion.
Evelyn: What about the smoke detectors?
Mark: Those aren't just smoke detectors. They are high-definition nanny cameras connected to my personal server.
Evelyn froze in place, her mouth opening in sheer panic as her face drained of color.
Evelyn: You... you have cameras inside the house?!
Mark: I installed them two years ago when Maya was little to keep an eye on her while I worked late hours.
Evelyn: You never told me there were cameras in the kitchen and hallways!
Mark: Why should I? A decent person has nothing to hide in their own home.
Evelyn: Mark... listen to me... I was just wearing the locket to keep it safe!
Mark: You just said you never took it! You just called a seven-year-old child a liar!
Evelyn: I misremembered! I found it lying on the hallway rug yesterday afternoon!
Mark: That locket was locked inside Maya's velvet jewelry box in her private bedroom closet.
Two heavy security guards in black uniforms walked into the kitchen, standing firmly beside the doorway.
Sam: Mr. Vance, you requested security assistance?
Mark: Yes, Sam. Escort Evelyn to the guest bedroom, allow her ten minutes to pack her personal clothing, and escort her off the estate grounds.
Sam: Understood, sir. Ma'am, please step this way.
Evelyn: Don't touch me! Mark, you are making a massive mistake! I will sue you for millions!
Mark: Sam, if she refuses to move, call the Dallas Police Department immediately and report a domestic burglary.
Evelyn: Burglary?! I am your legal wife!
Mark: You stole a dead woman's jewelry from a child's bedroom. That is theft, Evelyn.
Evelyn glared at Mark with pure hatred, stomping her heels against the white marble floor as Sam escorted her down the hallway.
Mark took a deep breath, turning back to Maya and lifting her gently off the kitchen counter into his arms.
Mark: Come on, sweetie. Let's go get Mr. Brown out of the garage, and then I'm making you chocolate pancakes.
Maya: Real chocolate pancakes with whipped cream, Daddy?
Mark: Extra whipped cream, just the way Mommy used to make them for you.