Clara: "What else did she do?"
Mark: "Show her the second file in the envelope, Clara. Read line twelve out loud for everyone here to hear."
I reached for the paper with trembling fingers, my eyes skimming down the official legal text until I saw my father's signature at the bottom.
Clara: "'In the event that my daughter Clara Vance faces financial hardship or physical displacement, a secondary trust fund of four million dollars shall immediately unlock under the supervision of an independent trustee.'"
Evelyn: "That money was supposed to be for estate maintenance! I used it to keep the house standing!"
Mark: "You transferred three million dollars of that trust into an offshore account in the Cayman Islands last spring."
A loud gasp went through the room, and my aunt stood up from her chair, staring at Evelyn in complete shock.
Aunt Sarah: "Evelyn... is this true? Did you steal Clara's inheritance?"
Evelyn: "Don't listen to them! They are setting me up! Mark's family wants to take over the Vance estate!"
Mark: "My family has zero financial interest in this, Evelyn. My law firm specializes in asset recovery and probate fraud."
Evelyn: "You used your firm to spy on me?!"
Mark: "We didn't have to spy. The court auditor flagged your wire transfers three days ago when we filed the formal petition."
Evelyn stepped forward suddenly, her jaw clenched as she glared at Mark with burning hatred.
Evelyn: "You think you're so smart, don't you? You think you can just walk in here and ruin everything I worked for?!"
Mark: "You didn't work for anything. You lied to a grieving girl and stole her father's legacy."
Evelyn lunged forward, her nails clawing toward Mark's face in a blind rage.
Mark stepped back effortlessly, catching her arm mid-air and holding her firmly in place before she could strike again.
Mark: "That is enough!"
He released her arm with a firm push, sending Evelyn staggering back against the marble sideboard, knocking over a crystal vase that shattered across the floor.
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