Mark: The district attorney just called back. They're adding felony fraud and conspiracy charges to her rap sheet.
Maid: That means she won't be seeing daylight anytime soon, let alone stepping foot back in this mansion.
Mark: Exactly. And her legal team just dropped her representation after seeing the security server footage.
Clara's Voice: Mark! Please, you have to listen to me over the intercom—they won't let me make my phone call!
Mark walked over to the smart-home console on the wall, staring at the holding cell video feed from the local precinct station. Clara's face appeared on the small screen, streaked with smeared makeup and wracked with genuine panic as her legal defenses crumbled. She had lost her status, her wealth, and her freedom all within a single morning of unmasked deceit. Mark pressed the mute button on the console, cutting off her desperate pleas without a single second of hesitation. The multi-million-dollar estate felt genuinely peaceful for the first time in years, cleansed of the toxic illusions that had held it hostage. He turned away from the screen, walking toward the large bay window to watch the morning sun finally break through the clouds. The nightmare was over, leaving behind a clear path forward built on absolute honesty and fierce parental protection. As the maid brought him a fresh cup of coffee, Mark smiled faintly, ready to embrace a quiet, authentic life with his child.
Mark: Let's turn off the intercom system permanently. We don't need to listen to ghosts anymore.
Maid: Right away, Mr. Mark. I'll lock down the system and prepare breakfast for the two of you.
Mark: Sounds like a wonderful plan. Let's start our new chapter today.
Maid: A brand-new chapter, sir. Exactly where we belong.