Margarethe stepped back toward the outdoor table.
Water dripped from Marcus's black suit onto the tiles.
Margarethe: That money was meant for the entire family business.
Marcus: You lied to the probate judge for three years.
Margarethe tried to regain her calm posture.
Margarethe: I managed this mansion while your father was ill.
Marcus: You managed to transfer millions into your own account.
She folded her hands tightly together.
Margarethe: You cannot prove any of those claims in court.
Marcus: This waterproof memory drive contains every transaction history.
Margarethe looked toward the house frantically.
Margarethe: We can work out a private financial settlement right now.
Marcus: There will be no secret deals with you anymore.
She narrowed her eyes with cold hatred.
Margarethe: You will destroy our family reputation in Dallas.
Marcus: You destroyed it the day you cheated my child.
Marcus pulled his phone out of his waterproof pocket.
Marcus: My divorce lawyer and estate attorney are on their way.
Margarethe: You wouldn't dare call the authorities here.
Marcus: Watch me protect what is rightfully hers.
Margarethe took a deep breath and tried a softer tone.
Margarethe: Think about what your father would want for us.
Marcus: My father wanted honesty and safety for his grandchild.
She realized her emotional words were not working.
Margarethe: You always were too stubborn for your own good.
Marcus: I am a father who protects his child at any cost.
The sound of heavy tires echoed from the driveway.
Marcus looked toward the tall front gates.
Marcus: That will be the legal team arriving now.
Margarethe turned around and hurried inside the mansion.