Mark walked up the wide marble stairs with quick and heavy footsteps.
Margarethe backed away from the railing as he reached the top landing.
Margarethe: Do not step any closer to me, or I will call my personal security team!
Mark: Call whoever you want, because the police are already on their way here.
Margarethe: You have no authority in this house, Mark!
Mark: I have the authority of an honest witness who saw a crime happen.
Mark pointed down toward the hundreds of scattered pearls on the white floor.
Margarethe gripped the sharp scissors tightly in her right hand as she backed up.
She bumped into the tall antique cabinet near her husband's former bedroom.
Margarethe: Clara is trying to steal my rightful inheritance with fake documents!
Mark: Mr. Sterling told me the whole story before he passed away last month.
Margarethe: What are you talking about? He told you nothing about his fortune!
Mark: He knew you were altering his bank statements while he was sick in bed.
Margarethe's pale face turned completely white as her secret was brought to light.
She had assumed that nobody knew about the altered account records in Dallas.
Margarethe: That is an absolute lie invented by Clara to ruin my good name!
Mark: We have the bank transfer records saved on a secure server, Margarethe.
Margarethe: You cannot prove any of those false accusations in a court of law!
Mark: Your own attorney gave us the financial trail three days ago.
Downstairs, Clara pulled herself up from the sofa and picked up her broken necklace.
She gathered several loose pearls from the marble floor with trembling hands.
She felt a deep sadness that her home had turned into a scene of such betrayal.
She slowly walked up the steps to stand beside Mark on the wide landing.
Clara: My father wanted to protect you even after he found out about the money.
Margarethe: He was a weak man who cared more about you than his own wife!
Clara: He loved you, Margarethe, but you only cared about his trust fund.
Margarethe: Love does not pay for mansions, private jets, or luxury clothes!
Clara: Money cannot buy you a real family or a clean conscience.
Margarethe raised her arm higher, pointing the scissors directly toward Clara's face.
Her voice shook with uncontrolled anger as her plan began to fall apart completely.
Margarethe: I built this estate reputation alongside him for five full years!
Mark: You drained his company accounts while he was too weak to defend himself.
Margarethe: I will not let a couple of kids ruin my life like this!
Mark: Drop the scissors right now, Margarethe, before you make things far worse.
Siren lights suddenly reflected through the tall glass windows of the grand entrance.
The police had finally arrived at the front gates of the Dallas mansion.