Arthur slammed the study door closed, locking it with a sharp metal click sound.
Marcus flinched slightly before putting on a calm, fake smile for his brother.
Marcus: What is the meaning of this dramatic behavior, Arthur? Speak to me.
Arthur: Evelyn was arrested less than an hour ago inside our bathroom suite.
The fake smile on Marcus's face vanished instantly into a pale mask of shock.
He reached for his coat pocket, but Arthur stepped firmly into his path.
Arthur: We found her phone, Marcus. We read every single text message sent.
Marcus: I have no idea what that foolish old woman was doing here!
Arthur: Do not lie to my face while standing inside our father's house!
Arthur threw the forged land transfer documents directly onto the dark oak table.
Marcus glanced down at the paper pages and swallowed hard in pure silence.
Arthur: You forged my signature to steal the inheritance meant for my son!
Marcus: Father left everything to you while leaving me with mere financial crumbs!
Marcus's voice cracked with deep jealousy and resentment that had burned for years.
Marcus: I deserved half of the company profits, but you took every single dollar!
Arthur: Father gave you a thriving business firm, which you lost to gambling!
Marcus: I was going to fix my debts before anyone noticed the missing money!
Arthur: You put my innocent child in danger just to cover your greedy mistakes!
Arthur grabbed Marcus by his lapels and pressed him hard against the bookshelf.
The anger inside Arthur burned brighter than anything he had ever felt before.
Marcus: Please, Arthur! We are blood brothers! We can work this out together!
Arthur: You stopped being my brother the second you targeted my motherless child!
Arthur released his grip and backed away with utter contempt showing in his eyes.
He signaled the waiting police officers through the large study window glass panes.
Two heavy doors burst open as officers entered the room with heavy dark boots.
Detective: Marcus Vance, you are under arrest for grand fraud and criminal conspiracy.
Marcus tried to scream out an excuse, but officers cuffed his hands behind.
They led him out through the grand marble hallway under full security guard view.
Arthur watched his brother get shoved into the back of the police cruiser.
The storm inside the house was finally settling into profound, cold silence.
Yet Arthur knew he needed to clear every remnant of corruption from his estate.
He turned back toward the study to prepare the final legal defense filings.