Richard grabbed Clara's shoulder with a harsh grip, attempting to wrench her away from the crying child. But Clara held on tighter, placing her body like a shield between the billionaire and the young boy.
Richard: You are fired! You hear me? Pack your things and get off my estate before I call the police and have you arrested for trespassing and assault!
Clara: Touch me again, Richard, and I swear to God you won't like the consequences.
Richard: How dare you address me by my first name! You're a low-grade maid earning minimum wage!
Toby: THIS IS WRONG, MOMMY! Tell them the truth!
The entire ballroom fell dead silent. The classical music quartet stopped playing. Two hundred billionaires, corporate lawyers, and city officials watched the scene unfold with wide eyes.
Richard: Toby, shut your mouth! You don't know what you are talking about!
Clara: No, Richard, he knows exactly what he's talking about. Seven years of keeping quiet is enough.
Evelyn: Richard, what is this woman blabbering about? Who is she?
Clara: I am Toby's biological mother. And Richard Vance is a thief who stole my child from the hospital seven years ago using his money and fake adoption papers!
A collective gasp reverberated through the grand hall. Richard's face instantly turned pale, his eyes widening in pure horror as the guests began whispering furiously among themselves.
Richard: She's insane! Security, throw this crazy woman out into the street this instant!
Clara: Don't you dare come near me! I have the birth certificate right here in my pocket!
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