Claire stepped directly into Brenda's personal space without flinching at all.
Her sharp eyes burned with an intense rage that startled Brenda slightly.
Claire: What did you do to her?
Brenda: I told you she fell on her own!
Claire: You lie every single time you open your mouth!
Brenda: Get your face out of my sight!
Claire stepped forward aggressively and grabbed Brenda firmly by her upper arm.
She backed Brenda forcefully against the grand wall near the entrance.
Brenda gasped in shock as her back pressed against the wood paneled wall.
Her wine glass dropped to the floor and spilled red liquid across the marble.
Brenda: Let go of me right now!
Claire: Touch her again and I will ruin your entire life!
Brenda: You are insane! Security will throw you out!
Claire: Nobody in this room is going to save you from me!
Claire leaned in extremely close so Brenda could feel her hot breath.
Her grip remained tight and unyielding against Brenda's designer outfit.
The surrounding guests held their breath at the intense physical confrontation.
Nobody dared to step between the angry sisters in the lobby.
Claire: You have abused us since the day our father died.
Brenda: I gave you a roof over your head!
Claire: You stole what was rightfully ours!
Brenda: You have no proof of anything!
Claire slammed her other hand hard onto the wooden console table beside them.
The heavy vibration knocked a large crystal vase off the edge immediately.
The valuable vase shattered violently against the marble floor into tiny pieces.
The loud crash sent a sharp shockwave of silence across the entire lobby.
Claire: Every rose has thorns! You are finished in this city!
Brenda trembled as she looked into Claire's relentless, unwavering eyes.
For the very first time, Brenda felt genuine fear toward her stepdaughter.
Claire let go of Brenda's arm, sending her stumbling back slightly.
She turned around immediately to help Lily stand up from the floor.
Lily leaned heavily on Claire's shoulder as they walked toward a couch.
Brenda straightened her leopard dress with shaking, nervous hands.
The crowd stared at Brenda with quiet judgment and murmurs of shock.