Evelyn smoothed down her embroidered grey dress with shaking hands, trying desperately to regain control of the room full of elite Dallas figures. She glared at David with cold hatred, taking a step closer while lowering her voice to a harsh, venomous whisper.
Evelyn: You are a fool, David. You think anyone here cares about your little oil money?
David: I sent forty thousand dollars over eight months! Look at her shoes!
Evelyn: Taking care of a child is expensive! She has everything she needs back at home!
David: She is wearing rags while you wear a five-thousand-dollar dress!
Lily: Daddy, Grandma's the one who took my piggy bank too...
Evelyn: Be quiet, you ungrateful little brat!
David stepped forward, his eyes burning with absolute disgust as Evelyn dared to raise her voice at his innocent child. He held Lily even tighter with his left arm while pointing his right hand directly at Evelyn's pale, wrinkled face.
David: Do not ever speak to her like that again!
Evelyn: I am her grandmother! I took you into this family when you had nothing!
David: You stole from her! You used her child support money to pay for this fake party!
Evelyn: Security! Get this crazy man out of my event right now!
Two large security guards in black suits hesitated near the entrance, looking back and forth between the wealthy woman and the furious father. They could clearly see the dirty dress and scuffed shoes on the little girl, and neither guard wanted to step in to defend a cruel grandmother. The guests in the hall were now openly murmuring, appalled by the shocking words spilling out in the open.
A wealthy businessman wearing a blue suit stepped out from the crowd, looking directly at Evelyn with disgust on his face. He had been one of the primary donors for the charity event Evelyn was hosting that afternoon.
Businessman: Evelyn, is this true? Is this where the funds came from?
Evelyn: Of course not! This man is unstable! He has been working offshore and lost his mind!
David: I have bank transfer statements on my phone for every single month!
Evelyn: Nobody cares about your bank statements! Get out before I have you arrested for trespassing!
David pulled his phone from his tuxedo pocket with one hand, opening his banking app and holding the screen out for the nearest guests to see. Clear monthly wire transfers of five thousand dollars to Evelyn's personal account showed up on the bright screen under the midday sun light.