Margarethe stood in the doorway of the grand hall with an icy glare.
Her white silk gown rustled softly against the polished marble floor.
Her eyes were wide with pure rage and sudden panic.
Margarethe: What do you think you are doing near that door?
Elena stepped out of the secret passage and stood in front of Ethan.
Elena: You locked my son away in a secret room!
Margarethe: Stay away from him right now!
Margarethe rushed forward and shoved Elena backward with all her strength.
Elena stumbled against the marble wall, maintaining her balance with difficulty.
Elena: You will not hide him from me any longer!
Margarethe: You are nothing but a common maid in this household!
Elena: I am Ethan's real mother, and you stole him!
Margarethe raised her voice to shout over Elena's defiant words.
Margarethe: You have no rights here, and nobody will believe you!
Elena: Julian will believe me when he sees his legal marriage certificate!
Margarethe turned pale as her hands began to shake violently.
Margarethe: Julian thinks you died in that car crash two years ago!
Elena: You paid those corrupt doctors to tell him I was dead!
Margarethe: I gave him comfort when he was broken and grieving!
Elena: You forged legal papers to gain access to his family estate!
Margarethe: I deserve this life, not a pathetic runaway like you!
Margarethe stepped forward aggressively, pointing a sharp manicured finger at Elena's chest.
Margarethe: Leave this house right now before I call security on you!
Elena: I am not leaving without my young son!
Ethan shrank back into the secret doorway, crying softly in fear.
Ethan: Mommy, I want to go home with you!
Margarethe: Be quiet, you ungrateful little brat!
Elena stood firm between Margarethe and her crying child.
Elena: Do not yell at my son ever again!
Margarethe: I will have you arrested for trespassing on private property!
Elena: The police will arrest you for kidnapping an innocent child!
Margarethe lunged forward to grab Elena by her uniform collar.
Elena blocked her hands and held her ground courageously.
Elena: Your cruel games end today, Margarethe!
Margarethe: No one is going to rescue you from this estate!
Suddenly, the heavy double oak doors of the grand hall slammed open wide.
A deep, angry voice shouted across the bright, high-ceilinged room.
Julian: Get away from her right now!
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