Margaret: Revelation? The only revelation here is that my son picked a psychotic woman with no manners!
Evelyn: Let's talk about manners, Margaret. And let's talk about property deeds.
David: Evelyn, I'm begging you, don't do this here. Think about my reputation!
Evelyn: You didn't think about my reputation when you told your family I was just your assistant living off your salary.
Guest 2: Wait, David, isn't this the Vance Mansion? The estate owned by the late Arthur Vance?
Evelyn: Yes, it is. Arthur Vance was my grandfather.
Margaret: What? That's a complete lie! David told us he bought this home at a trust auction last year!
Evelyn: David didn't buy anything. David couldn't even qualify for a basic apartment mortgage when I met him.
David: Evelyn, shut up! Just shut up!
Evelyn: I paid off your credit card debts, David. I gave you an executive title at my family's real estate firm!
Margaret: David, tell me she's lying! Tell me you own this place!
David: Mom, please... just let me handle this.
Evelyn: He can't handle it because the truth is plain and simple. Every piece of furniture, every painting, and the land under your feet belongs solely to my trust fund.
Margaret: You... you tricked us! You let me believe my son was a millionaire!
Evelyn: No, Margaret. Your son lied to you because he was too ashamed to admit he was living on my wealth.
Guest 1: This is ridiculous. David, we signed a partnership agreement with your firm based on your collateral!
Evelyn: If he used this mansion as collateral, gentlemen, he committed bank fraud, because his name is nowhere on the title deed.
David turned pale, gripping the edge of the dining table as his mother gasped in horror.
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