Clara tried to reach for the baby once more in desperation.
Clara: Let me hold him just once!
Marcus stepped between Clara and the child with an imposing wall of muscle.
Marcus: Do not come anywhere near my son again.
He raised his voice slightly as he called down the corridor.
Marcus: Security, please come up to the main hall immediately!
Two large guards in grey uniforms stepped around the corner within seconds.
Clara: Marcus! You cannot kick me out of my own home!
Marcus: This mansion belongs to my family trust, not you.
The guards stood on either side of Clara with firm expressions.
Marcus: Escort her out to the front gate right now.
Clara: Get your hands off me!
Clara pulled her arms away, her expensive diamond gown shifting wildly.
Clara: I will sue you for everything you own, Marcus Vance!
Marcus: My legal team has already filed the divorce papers this morning.
He produced a thick white folder from inside his dark jacket.
He handed the legal documents straight into Clara's trembling hands.
Marcus: You will not receive a single dime from the estate.
Clara looked down at the official court papers with sheer terror.
The evidence of her financial fraud was documented on every page.
Elena: Sir, the baby is starting to wake up now.
Marcus turned his attention away from his disgraced wife.
His voice softened instantly as he looked down at his child.
Marcus: Take him up to the nursery where it is quiet, Elena.
Elena: Yes, Mr. Vance right away.
Elena walked carefully past Clara without making any eye contact.
Clara screamed out in bitter anger as the guards led her away.
Clara: You will regret this day, both of you!
Her loud voice echoed down the long hallway until the heavy doors shut.
Silence finally returned to the bright white marble estate.
Marcus let out a deep breath and smoothed down his suit jacket.
He walked up the grand staircase toward the nursery room above.