Clara stood up from the floor, holding baby Toby safely in her left arm while pulling a thick white folder out of her leather handbag with her right hand.
Clara: Sarah, please hold Toby for a moment. I want Evelyn to see this with her own eyes.
Sarah: Of course, Mrs. Sterling. Bring him here.
Sarah took the calm infant into her arms, stepping back toward the foyer entrance while Clara walked up the first few steps of the grand staircase, holding the folder high toward the balcony.
Clara: Do you recognize these certified bank statements, Evelyn?
Evelyn: Where did you get those documents?! You broke into my private study!
Clara: I didn't break into anything. The forensic accountant you hired was working for Marcus's legal team the entire time!
Marcus: Every single wire transfer you made over the past six months was flagged by the federal banking authority.
Evelyn: Marcus, I did it for us! I was trying to save our family business from bankruptcy!
Marcus: Sterling Global is not in bankruptcy! You were stealing money to pay off your secret gambling debts in Las Vegas!
Evelyn gripped the golden fabric of her dress, her body shaking as the truth was laid bare in front of the household staff.
Evelyn: It was a temporary loan! I was going to replace every cent once my investments matured!
Marcus: You tried to kill my son today because you knew his trust fund account was locked by court order, and you couldn't access his portion of the inheritance!
Clara: If Toby was gone, his multi-million-dollar share would have defaulted back to you as the primary estate trustee!
Evelyn: That is an absolute fabrication! You're framing me!
Marcus: The foyer security cameras recorded the entire thing, Mother. In crystal clear 4K resolution.
Evelyn turned her head sharply, her gaze landing on the discrete dome camera mounted near the crystal chandelier.
Evelyn: You... you turned the foyer cameras back on?!
Marcus: I turned them on the moment Sarah called me this morning to warn me about your threats toward Clara.
Sarah: I told you I would protect this baby with my life, Mrs. Evelyn. I saw you trying to tamper with his baby formula yesterday, too!
Marcus: You tried to tamper with his formula?!
Evelyn: She's lying! She's a low-level worker trying to secure a lawsuit settlement!
Marcus: We sent the formula sample to the state medical lab two hours ago, Mother. The preliminary report showed trace amounts of sedative drugs.
Evelyn collapsed against the balcony wall, her eyes wide with unadulterated terror as the sound of police sirens began to echo in the distance.