Charles looked deeply into Elena's tired and tear-filled eyes with sympathy.
Charles: Elena, have you been treated like this every day I am away?
Elena hesitated for a moment, looking down at the shiny marble floor.
She was terrified of what Victoria might do if she told the whole truth.
But the kind look in Charles's eyes gave her the courage she needed.
Elena: Yes, sir... she yells at me every single time you leave.
Victoria: She is lying to you just to get money, Charles!
Charles: Silence, Victoria!
His voice echoed through the high ceilings of the sunlit mansion house.
He pointed his finger forward with an authoritative and commanding stance.
The stern businessman was done listening to her selfish smooth excuses.
Charles: MARK! PACK YOUR BAGS AND GET OUT!
Victoria gasped loudly, stepping back as if she had been hit physically.
Victoria: You cannot kick me out! We are married, Charles!
Charles: MY SON WILL BE RAISED BY A DECENT WOMAN.
He glared down at her with pure disappointment and burning rage in his heart.
Charles: My high-priced divorce lawyer will call you before noon today.
Victoria's arrogance completely crumbled into pure fear and trembling desperation.
She realized her luxurious life in this grand mansion was ending right now.
The prenuptial agreement she signed stated she got nothing if she acted cruelly.
Charles had made sure his son's trust fund was protected from anyone bad.
Victoria: Please, Charles, give me one more chance to fix this!
Charles: You had six months to show kindness, and you failed totally.
He turned his back on her, focusing completely on the shaking maid.
Elena felt a massive weight lift off her heavy chest in that moment.
She realized she did not have to live in constant fear anymore.
Justice had finally arrived in the place she least expected to find it.