Within two minutes, heavy footsteps sounded across the marble foyer near the front doors.
Marcus, the head of estate security, entered with two uniformed officers right behind him.
Brenda sat on the velvet couch, her hands shaking as she tried to fix her hair.
Marcus: Mr. Vance, is everything alright in here?
Victor: Escort Miss Brenda to her room so she can grab her personal clothes.
Brenda: Victor, you are making a massive legal mistake right now!
Victor: The only mistake I made was letting you enter my home.
Victor walked over to his study desk and picked up a thick white envelope.
He pulled out a stack of financial investigation reports his lawyer had delivered earlier that morning.
He threw the documents onto the table directly in front of the trembling woman.
Victor: Did you really think I did not check your financial history before this week?
Brenda stared at the official bank logos printed boldly across the top of the legal papers.
Her secret mountain of massive personal debt was printed out line by line in clear detail.
Victor: You owe three million dollars to offshore investment funds across the country.
Brenda: That has nothing to do with my feelings for you!
Victor: You tried to speed up our marriage to clear your debts using Leo's trust.
Brenda opened her mouth to argue, but no sound came out of her throat anymore.
The security officers stepped forward, placing themselves calmly between Brenda and the child.
Marcus: Miss, please stand up and follow us upstairs without making trouble.
Brenda: Victor, please let us discuss this in private without security!
Victor: There is nothing left for us to discuss ever again, Brenda.
She stood up slowly, her fancy dress looking messy as her confidence crumbled completely away.
She glared at Victor with deep bitterness as the guards guided her toward the hallway.
Victor turned his back on her, walking over to pick up his quiet, watchful son.
The long-hidden truth was finally out, and the mask had fallen off completely.