Clara stood near the heavy oak doors of the mansion's private study.
Victoria was inside, arguing heatedly with someone on her cell phone line.
The door was slightly cracked open, allowing Clara to hear every dark word.
Victoria: The boy had another public breakdown in the entryway today.
She paused to listen to the person speaking on the other end.
Victoria: The new maid interfered, but I will handle her by tomorrow.
Clara held her breath and kept completely still against the wall.
Victoria: Once the judge approves the board school transfer, the estate opens up.
She laughed coldly while shuffling through official court papers on the desk.
Victoria: Marcus trusts me completely and will sign the legal transfer tonight.
Clara felt a wave of anger surge through her whole body at once.
She needed to get physical proof before Victoria persuaded Marcus to sign.
She waited until Victoria stepped into the adjoining private bathroom down the hall.
Clara slipped silently into the dimly lit study and approached the mahogany desk.
A signed document marked for the family court lay right on top.
It detailed a plan to lock Ethan's inheritance under Victoria's direct management.
Clara quickly pulled out her smartphone and took bright, clear photographs of every page.
Suddenly, the bathroom door clicked open behind her with a sharp sound.
Victoria walked out and froze when she saw Clara standing by the desk.
Victoria: What do you think you are doing in my private office?
Clara gripped her phone tightly and faced the angry woman directly.
Clara: I am protecting an innocent child from your terrible greed.
Victoria's face turned red with rage as she stepped toward the young maid.
Victoria: Hand over that phone right now, or I will call police!
Clara: Go ahead and call them, because I have the evidence right here.
Victoria lunged forward to snatch the mobile device out of Clara's hands.
Clara dodged out of the way and backed quickly toward the open hallway.
Victoria: You are fired as of this exact second, you pathetic girl!
Marcus stepped into the doorway and blocked Victoria's aggressive path immediately.
He looked between both women with a dark and furious expression on his face.
Marcus: Nobody is firing anyone in my house until I get answers.
Clara held out her phone screen toward Marcus with steady hands.
Clara: Look at these court filings, Mr. Vance.
Marcus took the phone and scanned the clear images showing Victoria's signature.
His jaw tightened as he realized the full extent of the betrayal.