Julian walked briskly down the long corridor toward the private study near the library wing.
He needed to review every single legal document connected to the family business immediately today.
The sun was high in the sky, illuminating every corner of the vast luxury estate house.
Victoria was sitting at the wooden desk, frantically turning through heavy Manila file folders.
She jumped in surprise when the heavy oak door clicked open under Julian's strong grip.
Julian: What exactly are you looking for in my private personal desk drawers, Victoria?
Victoria: I was simply searching for the property tax receipts for the accountant this afternoon.
Julian: You do not handle the property records or the legal tax files for this house.
Julian walked across the room and stood directly across from her at the desk.
He placed the opened letter from the legal team directly on top of her papers.
Victoria glanced down at the paper and her pale face instantly turned completely white.
She tried to pull the folder shut, but Julian placed his hand down on it firmly.
Julian: Why did you file an inquiry to alter my daughter's legal inheritance rights?
Victoria: It was just a legal suggestion from my private family attorney last week!
Julian: You have no right to touch the trust created by her birth mother.
Victoria: I am your wife now, and I deserve equal control over this family estate!
Julian felt his heart racing as the painful truth finally became clear to him now.
Victoria had never loved him or wanted to build a genuine happy life together.
She had seen a wealthy widower and an opportunity to secure a fortune for herself.
The young baby girl was the only legal barrier standing in her way of total control.
Julian: This marriage was built on absolute lies from the very beginning, was it not?
Victoria: You are being dramatic over simple legal paperwork that protects our shared future!
Julian: You will step away from those files and leave this study right this second.
Victoria snapped the thick folder shut and stood up tall from the leather chair.
Her eyes were cold and filled with a sharp fury she could no longer hide easily.
Victoria: You think you can keep everything for that little child while ignoring my needs!
Julian: This house and everything in it belongs to my child's rightful family heritage.
Victoria: We will see what the probate court says when my lawyers file our claims!
She brushed past him with high anger, storming out toward the grand central balcony hallway.
Julian took a deep breath, trying to steady his shaking hands near the desk corner.
He knew he had to protect his daughter before Victoria took another desperate action today.
He quickly grabbed his mobile phone to call his personal family lawyer for immediate assistance.
Before the phone could even ring, a loud sudden crash echoed from the main hallway.
Julian dropped the phone onto the desk and sprinted out toward the open grand foyer.
His heart plummeted into his chest as he heard his young baby girl crying loudly.
Victoria was standing near the top balcony rail, holding the heavy bassinet very carelessly.
The child was shifting dangerously near the tilted edge of the grand second-story railing.
Julian accelerated his pace across the polished floor with pure terror in his eyes.