Victoria placed her champagne glass down onto the glass table with a sharp sound.
She pulled a yellowed piece of paper from her handbag with a cruel smile.
It was the final letter Sarah had received from her late biological mother years ago.
Sarah gasped as she recognized the handwriting on the delicate, worn paper.
Sarah: Where did you get that, Victoria?
Victoria: I found it in your nightstand while looking for my gold earrings.
Sarah: Give that back to me right now!
Julian: Watch your tone when speaking to my mother, Sarah.
Victoria: This trash doesn't belong in a high-class home like ours anyway.
Victoria slowly tore the precious letter directly down the middle with zero hesitation.
Sarah fell to her knees on the red carpet, trying to catch the falling pieces.
Her hands shook as tears burned in her eyes from the sudden, bitter pain.
Julian stepped forward, looming over his tearful wife with a cold, mocking expression.
Julian: You need to learn some respect and remember who feeds you!
Sarah: You two are absolute monsters!
Julian: I am tired of your useless attitude in this household!
Julian grabbed a heavy leather belt from the side table and raised it menacingly.
He slammed it hard against the nearby hardwood shelf to terrify his weeping wife.
The sharp sound echoed through the high ceilings of the spacious living room.
Victoria laughed hysterically from the couch, taking another long sip of her champagne.
Victoria: Teach her a lesson, son, she needs to learn her place!
Sarah reached into her dress pocket and pulled out her small, sleek emergency phone.
Her fingers quickly dialed the single speed-dial digit stored in the encrypted memory.
She brought the receiver to her ear while staring straight into Julian's angry eyes.
The line connected instantly on the very first ring without any automated delay.
Sarah: Dad... destroy his life!