Mark stood up carefully and guided both young girls behind his back.
Sarah rushed to the window and peeked through the white fabric curtains.
Sarah: Mark, it is Arthur Vance, the lead trustee manager of the estate!
Mark: How did he track down our suburban home address so quickly?
Sarah: He must have tracked the vehicle registration from the private school grounds.
The heavy knocking repeated twice, sounding much louder and more aggressive now.
Arthur: Mark, I know you are inside this house with the child!
Mark: Stay in the kitchen with the girls, Sarah.
Sarah: Do not open that door without our lawyer present on the line!
Mark walked toward the front entryway with firm, heavy steps.
He opened the wooden front door just enough to stand in the opening.
A tall man in an expensive grey designer suit stood on the porch.
Arthur Vance adjusted his gold cufflinks and smiled with cold, calculated calm.
Arthur: Good afternoon, Mark. We have an urgent legal matter to resolve.
Mark: You are trespassing on private residential property, Arthur.
Arthur: I am the court-appointed trustee for Emma's remaining trust fund assets.
Mark: You forged a death certificate to hide my child for six years!
Arthur's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold and threatening stare.
Arthur: You have no physical proof that will stand up in a courtroom.
Mark: I have my living daughter standing inside my home right now.
Arthur: If you do not hand her over, I will file kidnapping charges today.
Mark: You will never take my daughter away from me again.
Arthur: Hand her over, or your house mortgage and assets will be tied up.
Mark took a step forward on the porch and stared directly into Arthur's eyes.
Mark: My family business lawyers are filing an emergency injunction right now.
Arthur: You do not have the financial capital to fight my firm, Mark.
Sarah: He does not have to fight you alone, Arthur!
Sarah stepped out onto the porch holding a thick stack of white legal papers.
Sarah: The hospital administrator signed a full confession two hours ago!