Grandmother: Call down your righteous anger all you want, but the prenuptial and property settlement agreements legally protect every single asset we claimed[cite: 7]!
Mark: Prenuptial agreements don't cover attempted murder and felony conspiracy, you vicious old witch[cite: 7]!
Clara: Mark, please... the pain is getting worse... don't let them near us[cite: 7]!
Mark pulled Clara tighter against his chest, glaring up at the two women who had turned his home into a battlefield of greed[cite: 7].
Mark: If anything happens to my wife or my unborn child, I will personally ensure you spend the rest of your natural lives in a maximum-security federal prison[cite: 7]!
Eleanor: You're bluffing! You don't have enough evidence to make a single charge stick against our legal team[cite: 7]!
Mark: I have the security camera hard drives from the hallway and the audio recordings Clara captured on her phone yesterday[cite: 7]!
Both Eleanor and Grandmother turned pale, their arrogant composure shattering instantly into raw, panicked disbelief[cite: 7].
Grandmother: You... you bugged the living room? How could you betray your own flesh and blood like that[cite: 7]?
Mark: You are the ones who put a price tag on human life! Now get out of my sight before I lose control completely[cite: 7]!
Eleanor: This isn't over, Mark! You'll be begging for our financial help once the foreclosure notices arrive[cite: 7]!
Mark: I'd rather live on the streets than share another breath with monsters like you[cite: 7]!