Victoria stared at the smartphone screen displaying her own cold behavior.
Her confident expression completely melted away into sudden pale horror.
Victoria: Where did you get that footage? You cannot use that!
Mark: I installed these cameras to protect this house before I left.
Mark: I never expected the main threat to come from my own mother.
Victoria tried to step closer to grab the phone from Mark's hand.
Mark immediately stood tall, standing firmly between Victoria and Clara.
Mark: Do not step any closer to my wife or my child!
Victoria: Mark, please think about our family name in this city!
Victoria: If people see those videos, my reputation will be ruined forever!
Mark: You should have thought about that before treating Clara like trash.
Clara reached out from the couch and gently touched Mark's arm.
Clara: Mark, I just want to live in peace away from this place.
Mark looked down at Clara with endless love and deep devotion.
Mark: We are going to live in peace, Clara. But she is leaving, not us.
Victoria gasped sharply, holding her hand over her chest in disbelief.
Victoria: You are kicking your own mother out of this mansion?
Mark: You have one hour to pack your bags and leave my property.
Victoria: You cannot do this to me! I am your mother!
Mark: How dare you touch my wife and my unborn child with such cruelty!
Mark: If you are not gone in one hour, I am handing this video to police.
Victoria looked at Mark's uncompromising eyes and knew she had lost completely.
She turned on her heel and hurried quickly up the glass staircase.
Her loud footsteps echoed through the quiet halls as she ran upstairs.
Mark turned back to Clara and knelt down in front of her once more.