Eleanor: You are making a catastrophic mistake, Marcus. I built this family fortune from the ground up!
Eleanor backed away slowly along the marble landing, her expensive silk robe rustling sharply against the stone.
Marcus: You built it on lies, manipulation, and now, attempted murder.
Eleanor: My legal team will tear your custody claims to pieces in family court by sundown.
Clara: Family court won't matter much when you're sitting in a federal holding cell, Eleanor!
I called up from the foyer floor, still cradling our son while wiping the remaining tears from my cheeks.
Eleanor: Shut your mouth, you ungrateful maid! You don't belong in this dynasty!
Marcus: Do not speak to my wife ever again! She is the only reason our son survived your sick game!
Eleanor: You're choosing a penniless outsider over your own flesh and blood?
Marcus: Clara and my son are my true family. You are nothing more than a dangerous criminal.
Eleanor: You'll regret this, both of you. The moment I post bail, I'll strip every single asset from your accounts.
Marcus: Asset control was frozen by the federal prosecutor an hour ago. You have nothing left.
Eleanor: This isn't the end. Blood always wins in families like ours.
Marcus: Then it's a good thing your bloodline stops right here, right now.
Heavy sirens began wailing outside the massive front doors, signaling that county deputies had finally arrived.
Eleanor: You actually called the police?! Have you completely lost your mind?!
Marcus: I should have called them the day you tried to manipulate my father's will.