Mark grabbed the edge of the glass coffee table as if he might lose his balance entirely.
Mark: You searched the estate name online on your open personal phone, Sarah?!
Sarah: I was trying to figure out what that strange document in your desk meant!
Arthur: Their security team tracks every digital search involving that specific high-value family trust fund name daily.
The sharp sound of tires crunching on the gravel outside cut through their loud heated conversation instantly.
Sarah ran to the front window and pulled back the sheer white curtains just a tiny bit.
A massive silver SUV with tinted windows had pulled up directly behind Arthur's black luxury sedan outside.
Two tall men in dark suits stepped out onto the driveway while looking directly toward the front porch.
Sarah: They are already here, Mark!
Mark: Take Leo out through the back gate right now while I hold them off at the door!
Sarah: I am not running away like a criminal from something I didn't even cause!
Arthur stood up quickly and closed his dark leather briefcase with a single sharp motion of his hands.
Arthur: Let me speak to them first because I am the registered legal administrator of that original trust file.
The doorbell rang with two heavy mechanical chimes that echoed right through the large foyer ceiling.
Mark opened the front door while keeping his shoulder pressed firmly against the heavy wood frame inside.
An older man with gray hair and a sharp navy coat stepped past the tall security guards into the hallway.
Arthur Miller: Where is my grandson, Mark?
Mark: You have no legal right to step inside my private house without a formal court warrant, Mr. Miller!
Arthur Miller: I have every right when you stole my late daughter's only child using forged custody signatures!
Sarah stepped out into the hallway and stood beside her husband despite all her deep anger at him.
Sarah: He didn't steal him! Leo has been safe and loved in this home every single day of his life!
The old billionaire stopped and looked at Sarah with a stern but tired expression in his brown eyes.
Arthur Miller: Loved behind a mask of chemical makeup and hidden away from his own real family lineage?
Sarah: He is three years old! He thinks this is his home and we are his real parents!
The sound of small footsteps tapped slowly down the wooden staircase near the side of the grand hall.