Later that evening, dark clouds gathered over the sprawling family mansion in Boston.
Julian sat in the quiet study, cradling Lily as she slept in her bassinet.
The heavy mahogany desk was covered with legal papers and estate bank statements.
Rain began to tap softly against the large glass windows of the library.
Suddenly, the heavy front doors slammed shut downstairs with a loud bang.
Julian stood up instantly, placing his hand over his quiet baby's chest.
He walked out into the upper hallway and looked down at the foyer.
Victoria was standing near the grand staircase, drenched from the heavy outside rain.
Her son, Brandon, stood beside her wearing an expensive leather jacket and jeans.
Brandon was Julian's spoiled stepbrother who had never worked a single day.
Julian: How did you get back inside this house, Victoria?
Brandon: She still has a key, and I have a right to be here!
Julian walked slowly down the wide curved staircase, keeping his voice steady.
Julian: The court issued an emergency restraining order two hours ago, Brandon.
Victoria: That paper means nothing in my husband's original primary residence!
Victoria pulled a small black velvet box from her wet coat pocket tightly.
Julian recognized the box immediately as his late mother's antique diamond ring.
Julian: Put that jewelry box back on the mantel where it belongs.
Victoria: This belonged to the estate, which means it belongs to me!
Brandon stepped between Julian and Victoria, taking a hostile aggressive stance.
Brandon: Touch my mother and you will have to go through me.
Julian: I am giving you one minute to drop that box and leave.
Victoria: You think you can throw us out like garbage after everything?
Julian: You brought this on yourselves when you attacked my daughter's future.
Julian reached into his pocket and pulled out his mobile smartphone quickly.
He dialed the local police department while keeping his eyes on Brandon.
Julian: Yes, I have two trespassers violating an active court order now.
Brandon's eyes widened in fear as he heard Julian speak to dispatchers.
Brandon: Mom, let's just go, he is actually calling the police!
Victoria: Shut up, Brandon! He is just bluffing like he always does!
Julian: They are at forty-two Highland Avenue, please send units immediately.
Julian ended the call and tossed his phone onto the side table.
Julian: The police are three minutes away, Brandon. Make your choice now.
Brandon grabbed his mother's arm tightly, trying to pull her toward doors.
Brandon: Come on, Mom, I am not going to jail for this!
Victoria shook her arm free, her face distorted with bitter blind rage.
Victoria: You took my husband, and now you take my home!
She raised her arm to throw the velvet box at Julian's face.
Julian ducked quickly, catching her wrist before she could swing her hand down.
Julian: This ends tonight, Victoria. You are completely out of options.