Eleanor: Marcus, darling! Thank God you're here! You need to protect your mother from this crazy woman!
Marcus: I watched you through the smart home security camera feed on my phone five minutes ago, Mother.
Eleanor: What... what security feed?
Marcus: The live feed inside the master bathroom. I saw you hold my son over that golden toilet, and I saw you dunk him into the water.
Eleanor: Marcus, listen to me! I was trying to test her reaction! I wasn't actually going to harm him!
Marcus: You tried to murder my three-month-old child because you were afraid of losing control over a bank account!
Eleanor: It's not just a bank account, Marcus! It's our family's legacy, our standing in high society, our pride!
Marcus: Pride? You put a baby in toilet water because of pride?!
Clara: Tell her about the audit report, Marcus. Tell her what the federal team found in the offshore accounts this morning.
Eleanor: What audit report?! What are you two talking about?!
Marcus: The federal tax authorities froze all six of your private accounts in the Cayman Islands two hours ago, Mother.
Eleanor: FROZEN?! On what legal grounds can they freeze my private accounts?!
Marcus: On the grounds of thirty years of systematic corporate fraud, money laundering, and grand theft from the Harrison-Berkshire Estate Trust.
Eleanor: I am a Berkshire! They can't investigate me like a common criminal!
Marcus: You're not a Berkshire, Mother. Your real maiden name is Eleanor Vance. Your father was an accountant who helped forge the estate transfer after Mr. Harrison passed away in 1984.
Eleanor: SHUT YOUR MOUTH! HOW DARE YOU SULLY YOUR LATE FATHER'S REPUTATION!
Marcus: My father was complicit in the theft! He spent his whole life hiding the fact that Clara's grandfather was the rightful owner of Berkshire Global!
Clara: My grandfather worked as a humble gardener on his own land for twenty years just to stay close to his family, while you lived in luxury on his money!
Eleanor: He was a weak man who gave up his shares because he didn't have the stomach for corporate warfare!
Clara: He didn't give up his shares! Your husband forged his signature on a fake sale agreement while he was hospitalized!
Eleanor: You can't prove a forty-year-old forgery in court!
Marcus: We don't need to prove it, Mother. We found the original handwritten confession my father left in his private safe before he died.
Eleanor collapsed back onto the marble floor, her face draining of all color as she stared at her son in absolute horror.
Eleanor: Your father... left a confession?
Marcus: He felt guilty for thirty years, Mother. He wrote down every account number, every forged document, and every wire```html