The master study was lined with high dark oak shelves and old books.
Ethan sat behind his heavy mahogany desk, his hands clasped together firmly.
Victoria stood near the marble fireplace, looking perfectly calm and relaxed.
Elena stood near the door, holding a small brown leather folder tightly.
Ethan: Elena, you said you wanted to speak the full truth now.
Elena: Yes, sir, regarding the family estate and your daughter's future.
Victoria let out a short, cold laugh and shook her golden head.
Victoria: Ethan, are you really going to listen to household gossip now?
Ethan: Sit down and be quiet for one moment, Victoria.
Elena stepped forward and laid the brown folder on the dark desk.
Ethan reached out and flipped open the thick paper cover slowly.
Inside were bank transfer receipts spanning over the past five full months.
Every single slip bore Victoria's signature alongside a forged family mark.
Ethan's eyes widened as he scanned the massive amounts of missing money.
Ethan: Victoria, what is the meaning of these transfer records?
Victoria: Ethan, she forged those papers herself to make me look bad!
Ethan: These are original bank stamps from my personal investment branch.
Victoria took a step back, her face turning pale in the light.
Victoria: I was moving the funds to protect them from taxes!
Ethan: Into an offshore account under your brother's name only?
Elena watched quietly as the truth finally broke across Ethan's face.
He slammed his hand down on the oak desk with a loud thud.
Ethan: You lied to me about everything since the very day you arrived!
Victoria: Ethan, please listen to me, it was all an accident!
Ethan: An accident does not steal half my daughter's legacy!
Victoria rushed forward, trying to reach for Ethan's suit sleeve desperately.
Ethan stood up abruptly and pointed a sharp finger toward the doorway.
Ethan: Get out of my house before I call the police instantly!
Victoria: You cannot throw me out into the street like this!
Ethan: Watch me, Victoria, your time in this house is over.
Victoria glared at Elena with deep hatred burning in her dark eyes.
Victoria: You ruined everything I worked so hard to build here!
Elena: You ruined yourself the moment you targeted an innocent child.
Victoria spun around, her high heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor.
She slammed the heavy study door behind her, leaving a heavy silence.