Marcus: Watch your step near the curb, sweetheart. I'll open the door for you.
Evelyn: Thank you, Dad. For coming when I called.
Marcus: I will always come when you call, Evelyn. You are my daughter, and no amount of money in the world could ever make me let someone hurt you.
As Evelyn stepped into the back seat of her father's black luxury sedan, she looked back one last time at the wedding venue. Beatrice was screaming hysterically at the departing caterers, while Liam sat on the grass near the white arch, holding his head in his hands as he wept uncontrollably under the soaring American flag.
Evelyn: I can't believe I almost spent the rest of my life with him, Dad.
Marcus: You dodged a bullet today, Evelyn. A very expensive, very painful bullet.
Evelyn: What's going to happen to my baby now?
Marcus: Your baby is going to grow up loved, protected, and surrounded by a real family that values character over status.
Evelyn: Will Liam have any legal custody rights?
Marcus: My family law attorneys will handle everything, Evelyn. If Liam wants visitation rights, he will have to prove to a judge that he is stable, employed, and independent from his mother's control.
Evelyn: Knowing him, he'll never stand up to her long enough to do that.
Marcus: Then he