Two uniform security officers entered the front foyer within two minutes.
Marcus stood quietly with his hands resting calmly in his suit pockets.
Marcus: Please escort Mrs. Vance upstairs to gather her clothes.
Marcus: Ensure she leaves behind all estate keys and documents.
Elena: Marcus, you are making a massive mistake right now!
Marcus: My only mistake was trusting your intentions in this home.
The officers stood respectfully on either side of the panicked woman.
She turned around angrily and marched back up the marble stairs.
Her golden dress swept across the steps as she hurried upward.
Marcus turned his attention back toward his loyal head housekeeper.
He walked over to the chair where the ancient vase rested safely.
He looked closely at the fine intricate crystal details on its side.
Marcus: Thank you for saving this, Margarethe.
Margarethe: I could not let anything happen to your family heritage, sir.
Marcus: You showed more loyalty to this house than my wife ever did.
Margarethe: I simply did what was right, Mr. Marcus.
Marcus smiled warmly for the first time since entering the house.
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his personal phone.
He placed a direct call to his primary family estate attorney.
Marcus: Prepare the paperwork for an immediate divorce filing today.