Clara carefully walked over to the corner of the room and placed Lily into her high chair.
She gave her daughter a small wooden toy to keep her occupied and safe from harm.
Mark stood near the ruined table with his arms crossed over his chest in defiance.
Mark: You need to apologize to my mother right now if you want to stay.
Clara: I will never apologize for protecting my child from malicious relatives.
Evelyn: See how disrespectful she is to our family heritage, Mark?
Clara reached into her leather handbag resting on the side sideboard table with steady hands.
She pulled out a thick yellow envelope stuffed with official legal documents and bank files.
She had hired a private investigator three weeks ago after noticing strange financial transfers.
Clara: Listen to me right now, Mark, because your game is officially over today.
Mark: What kind of meaningless papers are those supposed to be?
Clara: These are the forensic audit records from your corporate trust fund account.
Mark's face suddenly turned pale as he recognized the seal on the official folder.
Evelyn stepped back slightly, her confident stance suddenly weakening in the quiet room.
Clara: You thought I was just a quiet girl who would never check the records.
Mark: You had no right to look into my private financial accounts, Clara!
Clara: I had every right when my name was forged on loan paperwork last month.
She drew out the signed affidavits showing thousands of dollars removed from Lily's college fund.
Mark had been secretly transferring family money to pay off his mother's massive gambling debts.
Clara: You drained our daughter's future fund to cover Evelyn's reckless secret losses in Vegas.
Evelyn: That was family business, and it does not concern an outsider like you!