Marcus turned slowly to face Evelyn with a look of terrifying cold fury in his eyes.
Evelyn took two quick steps backward, her high heels almost slipping on the marble.
Marcus: Care to explain why you pushed my grandmother's carriage down the stairs?
Evelyn: Marcus... that video is misleading... it was just a terrible accident!
Marcus: My daughter's video clearly shows you deliberately shoving it with your hand!
Evelyn: I was just trying to move it out of the way!
Marcus: You pushed it toward the edge and then tried to blame an innocent worker!
Chloe slowly stood up from the floor, resting her back against the cool side wall.
Lily walked over to Chloe and wrapped her tiny arms gently around Chloe's waist.
Chloe patted the little girl's head softly, tears of relief finally filling her eyes.
Evelyn looked around the grand foyer, realizing that her cruel plot had completely failed.
She had wanted Chloe fired because Chloe had noticed missing cash from the study earlier.
Evelyn had been secretly transferring family funds to her personal bank accounts for weeks.
She knew Chloe had seen the open financial documents on the study desk two days ago.
Framing Chloe for destroying the heirloom was her desperate attempt to remove the witness.
Marcus: Why would you do something so spiteful and dangerous in my home?
Evelyn: She was constantly snooping around your private study papers, Marcus!
Chloe: I only organized the papers you left scattered on the carpet, ma'am.
Marcus: Is that why you did this? Because Chloe was doing her job properly?
Evelyn: She does not belong in a luxury mansion like this, and neither does her attitude!
Marcus: You are the one who does not belong in this house or my life.
Marcus reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone with a firm hand gesture.
He looked straight into Evelyn's eyes with absolute disgust and complete disappointment.
Evelyn opened her mouth to argue, but Marcus held up his hand to stop her speech.
The atmosphere in the grand entrance hall was thick with tension and sudden truth.
The large American flag hanging on the high stair wall stood out in the bright light.
Marcus dialed a three-digit number on his phone screen without breaking his intense gaze.
Marcus: I am calling the police right now to report property damage and fraud.
Evelyn: You cannot call the cops on your own fiancée over a foolish mistake!
Marcus: You are no longer my fiancée, so pack your things and leave immediately.