Mark held his smartphone tightly in his hand as the call began to ring.
Clara leaned against the wall, breathing heavily while holding Mark's arm.
Evelyn stared at her son in absolute disbelief, stepping away from the stairs.
Evelyn: You would actually call the police on your own mother?
Mark: You stepped over the line today, Evelyn. This is far too much.
Evelyn: I was only trying to protect our family business from being stolen!
Mark: You were trying to steal my child's future inheritance, and you know it.
The police dispatcher answered the call over the phone's loud speaker.
Mark clearly explained the situation and requested immediate assistance at the Dallas estate.
Evelyn turned around and quickly hurried down the long hallway toward her private room.
Mark did not chase after her because his main priority was his pregnant wife.
He turned around and wrapped his arms gently around Clara's shoulders.
Mark: Are you okay, Clara? Did she touch you at all?
Clara: No, but she tried to snatch the blue folder right out of my hands.
Mark: Thank goodness you stepped back in time. You are safe now.
Clara: Look at all these important documents scattered down the staircase.
Mark walked down the white marble steps, picking up every single piece of paper.
These documents proved that Mark's late father had left the trust fund to Clara's baby.
Evelyn had been searching for these papers for months to destroy them completely.
She wanted the entire family fortune to go directly to her youngest son, Chad.
Chad was a reckless young man who had lost millions of dollars in bad business deals.
Mark gathered the final sheet of paper from the bottom of the staircase floor.
Mark: Everything is right here, honey. Nothing was lost or damaged.
Clara: What are we going to do when the police arrive at the house?
Mark: We are going to tell them the truth about Evelyn's threats.
Clara nodded slowly as she wiped a warm tear from her soft cheek.
She had endured months of harsh insults from Evelyn inside this giant mansion.
Every dinner party was filled with cruel remarks about Clara's humble background.
Clara used to work as an elementary school teacher before meeting Mark at a charity gala.
Evelyn always believed that Clara married Mark only for his vast family wealth.
Clara: I never wanted any of their money, Mark. I only wanted a happy family.
Mark: I know that, sweetheart. That is why I am putting an end to this today.
Sirens began to echo faintly in the distance, coming closer to the gated driveway.
Mark held Clara's hand as they walked together toward the front entrance doors.
The family feud had finally reached a point of no return for everyone involved.