Evelyn stood stunned as her grand plan fell apart right before her eyes.
She gripped her leather handbag tightly while backing away from Arthur's angry glare.
As she took a step backward, her heavy bag shook violently.
A thick white envelope slipped out from the side pocket of her handbag.
The secret document slid quietly across the smooth hardwood oak floor.
It landed right near Clara's shoes as Evelyn turned away in panic.
Clara noticed the white paper sitting on the polished floor.
She bent down immediately and picked up the document from the ground.
Evelyn gasped loudly as she noticed the paper was no longer in her possession.
Old Lady: Give that back to me right now!
Baby's Mom: What is this paper hiding?
Old Lady: That is private personal business!
Clara opened the unfolded envelope and scanned the official papers inside rapidly.
Her eyes widened in total disbelief as she read the legal text printed on top.
There was an official state seal along with a bold red stamp across the center.
Clara looked up from the page with shock covering her entire face.
Baby's Mom: Wait... look at this paper!
American Man: What did you find, Clara?
Baby's Mom: She isn't even his grandmother!
American Man: What are you talking about?
Baby's Mom: Look at the birth certificate reveal! It shows a fake identity stamp!
Arthur pulled the paper from Clara's hand while holding his child with his other arm.
He read the official document with sharp focus as his heart hammered fast.
The legal paper proved Evelyn had forged adoption records years ago after his father passed.
She was never legally married to Arthur's father under her real identity.
She had stolen an identity to claim rights over the massive family trust fund.
Evelyn had no legal relation to Arthur or the child whatsoever.
She was an impostor who infiltrated the estate to steal millions in inheritance cash.
Arthur looked up from the document with cold rage in his dark eyes.
Evelyn panicked completely as her ultimate criminal secret was exposed today.
She turned around rapidly to escape through the grand front entrance.
Old Lady: This isn't over!
American Man: You won't get far, Evelyn!
Evelyn rushed down the stone front steps toward her expensive luxury car.
Her heels clicked loudly against the concrete as she tried to flee the estate grounds.