Mark walked over to his house phone on the living room wall.
Victoria rushed toward him, her face full of sheer panic now.
Victoria: Who are you calling right now?
Mark: I am calling our family lawyer and the local police department.
Victoria: No, Mark, please don't do that!
Victoria: We can talk about this like reasonable adults!
Mark: There is nothing left for us to talk about.
Mark dialed three quick numbers on the white phone keypad.
Victoria: If you call the police, it will destroy our family reputation!
Victoria: Think about the local news headlines tomorrow morning!
Mark: You destroyed this family the moment you tried to poison my drink.
Mark spoke clearly into the receiver and gave his home address to the police dispatcher.
He asked for an emergency unit and a forensic team to test the green liquid.
Victoria lowered her head, realizing her dark plan was falling apart completely.
Victoria: You are making the biggest mistake of your entire life.
Mark: No, marrying you was the biggest mistake of my life.
Lily: Is the bad lady going away, Daddy?
Mark: Yes, honey, she is never going to hurt us again.
Victoria folded her arms tightly across her chest and sneered at the girl.
Victoria: You think you are so clever, don't you?
Victoria: Without me, this house will fall apart in weeks.
Mark: This home was peaceful before you walked into our lives with greed.
Mark remembered how Victoria insisted on changing his legal will last month.
She wanted to ensure all property was transferred directly to her name.
She even pushed to take full legal custody of Lily if anything happened to Mark.
Now the horrifying reasons behind all her strange requests were totally obvious.
Mark: You wanted my money, my estate, and full control over my daughter.
Victoria: You cannot prove a single thing in a real court of law!
Mark: We have security cameras installed all over this main floor.
Victoria turned pale as sheet white paint as she looked up at the ceiling corner.
A small red camera light was blinking quietly right above the kitchen archway.
Mark: Every single move you made was recorded in crystal clear detail.