Helena slowly walked down the remaining stairs, her expression hardening completely.
She looked down at Sarah with absolute contempt and disgust in her eyes.
Helena: You think anyone in Dallas society will believe this absurd story?
Marcus: The law will believe every single word she says, mother.
Helena: I control the family trust fund, Marcus, not you.
Marcus: I do not care about your money anymore.
Helena stepped onto the marble floor, standing just feet away from Marcus.
Helena: Without my backing, your real estate company goes completely bankrupt tomorrow.
Marcus: Then let it burn to the ground.
Sarah tugged gently on Marcus's sleeve, her voice trembling slightly.
Clara: She kept me locked in the basement quarters every single night.
Marcus: Is that where you put her bruised face, Helena?
Helena: She slipped on the wet marble floor earlier this afternoon.
Clara: You slapped me when I tried to use the landline telephone!
Helena glared at Sarah, her nostrils flaring with sudden intense anger.
Helena: You ungrateful little pest, I gave you food and shelter!
Marcus: You treated my wife like a prisoner of war in Dallas!
Marcus pulled his smartphone from his inner jacket pocket with quick movement.
Helena: What do you think you are doing with that phone?
Marcus: Calling our family legal counsel and the federal authorities immediately.
Helena reached out suddenly to knock the phone out of his hand.
Marcus stepped back swiftly, shielding the phone with his shoulder.
Marcus: Do not step any closer to us, Helena.
Helena: If you make that call, you ruin this entire family!
Marcus: You destroyed this family the moment you trapped my wife.
Sarah stood tall beside Marcus, holding his hand with firm strength.
Clara: I kept a hidden journal behind the paneling in my room.
Helena's face turned completely pale as she stared at Sarah in shock.
Helena: You did no such thing.
Clara: Every date, every threat, and every forced labor shift is recorded.
Marcus: That is the final piece of evidence we need for court.