Clara: You thought I came back here helpless, didn't you, Evelyn?
Evelyn: What is that on your watch? What did you just do?
Clara: Every single word you spoke is saved. The whole world will hear how you tried to steal my baby.
Brandon: Clara, wait... let us talk about this like reasonable adults.
Clara: You lost the right to talk to me when you tried to take my son!
Brandon scrambled to his feet, wincing as small bits of glass fell from his sleeves. His face was full of panic now. He knew better than anyone what a public legal scandal would do to his family's massive real estate empire. A public divorce lawyer had already warning him weeks ago that any high-profile domestic abuse or child endangerment claims could freeze all corporate assets instantly. Clara stood tall, her long red hair falling over her shoulders, her emerald green dress still vibrant despite the dust on the floor. She stepped toward the grand double doors, ready to leave them in her dust forever.
Before she could reach the brass handles, the side door of the mansion opened quietly. An older man in a tailored gray suit walked into the foyer holding a thick leather folder. It was Arthur Pendelton, the family's longtime estate lawyer and keeper of the Vance family trust fund. He stopped in his tracks, looking at the shattered glass on the floor, Brandon's torn tuxedo, and the glowing watch on Clara's wrist. Arthur took a deep breath, his expression turning grave as he adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses under the bright light.
Arthur: What on earth is happening here? Evelyn, why is Mrs. Vance on the floor with the newborn?
Evelyn: She attacked Brandon, Arthur! Draft the divorce papers and child custody claim immediately!
Arthur: I am afraid you do not understand the situation, Evelyn. I just arrived from the probate court.
Brandon: What are you talking about, Arthur? The court date is next month!
Arthur: Your late father's will had a strict condition regarding the multi-million dollar inheritance and mansion ownership.
Arthur opened the leather folder, pulling out official legal documents stamped with official red seals. He turned his eyes toward Clara, offering a brief, respectful nod. Evelyn's jaw dropped as she stepped over the glass toward the lawyer. The atmosphere in the room turned heavy with tension. Clara held Noah close, sensing that the truth about her husband's family was about to be fully exposed in front of everyone gathered on the stairs.
Arthur: Late Mr. Vance left the entire family estate and controlling trust fund to his first biological grandchild upon birth.
Evelyn: Yes! That means the money belongs to Brandon's child under our family guidance!
Arthur: No, Evelyn. The will explicitly names Clara as the sole legal trustee until the child reaches twenty-one years of age.
Clara: What did you just say, Mr. Pendelton?
Arthur: You hold full legal authority over the estate, Mrs. Vance. Your husband and mother-in-law have no financial rights without your written consent.