Beatrice slammed her palm onto the polished desk, her composure finally beginning to crack. “How dare you speak to your brother like that! He is your flesh and blood! Everything in this house belongs to this family. You earned that money, which means it belongs to us. That outsider you married is nothing. She comes from nothing, and she deserves nothing.”
Julian slowly opened the red folder and slid three separate legal documents across the table.
“The first document,” Julian explained calmly, pointing to the top page, “is an immediate, irrevocable eviction notice. You have two hours to pack your personal clothing and vacate my property. The security team is already waiting outside to escort you off the premises.” 
Beatrice gasped, her eyes widening in genuine shock. “You wouldn’t dare. You cannot throw your own mother onto the street!”
“The second document,” Julian continued, ignoring her outburst, “is a formal criminal complaint for grand theft, financial fraud, and conspiracy. It details the quarter-million dollars siphoned into Marcus’s accounts, alongside the forged signatures on my corporate credit lines. If Marcus does not sign the agreement to surrender all his assets and enter a legally binding repayment structure today, the police waiting at the end of the driveway will arrest him before he reaches the main gate.” 
Marcus turned pale, his eyes darting frantically between the papers and his mother. “Mom… do something! He’s serious!”
“And the third document,” Julian said, his voice dropping to a whisper that commanded total authority, “is a complete restraining order prohibiting both of you from ever coming within five hundred yards of my wife, my child, or my properties. If you so much as attempt to contact Elena, or if I hear a single whisper of your absurd plan regarding her mental health, I will release every audio recording and video clip directly to the press and the district attorney’s office. Your social standing, Beatrice, will be completely annihilated overnight.”
Beatrice stood up abruptly, her face twisted with rage and disbelief. “You are choosing her over your own blood? Over the mother who bore you?”
Julian stood up to face her, towering over the table. “You stopped being my mother the moment you put my pregnant wife on her knees beneath a dinner table and fed her scraps. You treated a human being—a woman who gave up everything for me—like an animal. You are no mother of mine.”
He signaled toward the door, which opened immediately. Two tall, professional security officers walked into the room, standing at attention near the entrance. 
…
