Brandon pulled out his phone, dialed a speed-dial entry, and put the call on speakerphone right in the center of the ruined kitchen.
Attorney Mark: Brandon? Is everything okay? I thought you were at your mom's birthday party.
Brandon: Mark, I need you to execute Clause 14 B of the family estate trust immediately.
Attorney Mark: Clause 14 B? Are you sure? That triggers the immediate revocation of Evelyn's life estate rights and freezes her personal allowance accounts.
Evelyn: NO! MARK, DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! HE'S CRAZY!
Attorney Mark: Evelyn? Is that you screaming in the background?
Brandon: Mark, we have documented evidence of physical elder abuse toward Sarah, mail fraud involving a three-million-dollar third-party trust, and unlawful imprisonment.
Attorney Mark: Good lord... Brandon, say no more. I'm hitting the legal freeze on all trust accounts right now. Her credit cards will be declined within five minutes.
Evelyn: YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PAY THE CATERERS?!
Brandon: You can pay them with the ring on your finger, Evelyn. Because not another cent of my father's money is funding your lifestyle.
Sarah: Brandon, look outside... the birthday guests are driving up the driveway.
Through the grand glass entryway, three luxury SUVs pulled into the circular driveway, filled with Dallas high-society members holding wrapped gifts.
Evelyn: Oh God... my friends are here! Brandon, please! Clear the floor! Help me pick up the cake!
Brandon: Pick it up yourself, Evelyn. You said you were in charge of this house, didn't you?
Evelyn: Sarah, please! I'm begging you as a woman! Don't let them see me like this!
Sarah looked at her mother-in-law, standing in her high heels amidst crushed pink icing, smashed glass, and ruined silver.
Sarah: You told me this morning that servants should know their place, Evelyn. Today, you're learning yours.
Sarah wrapped her arm around Brandon's waist, holding baby Chloe securely against her chest as they walked toward the front entrance.
Evelyn: BRANDON! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE!
Brandon: The moving vans will be here at seven tomorrow morning, Evelyn. Have your bags packed, or the sheriff's deputies will pack them for you.