Jason: You can't just throw me out of my own home, Mother!
Evelyn: This is my home, Jason! Built by your father, not you!
Jason: I am the eldest son! I run the regional development office!
Evelyn: You are a bully who just put his hands on his own sister!
Jason: She grabbed the master financial ledger off my desk!
Clara: Because it was left open in the library, Jason. With my name highlighted on the liquidation page.
Jason: You had no business going through my work files!
Evelyn: Is that why you shoved her into the cabinet? Over a ledger?
Jason: She tripped! I barely touched her arm!
Clara: You threw a crystal paperweight at the doorway when I tried to leave the room.
Evelyn: You threw a glass paperweight at your sister?!
Jason: It slipped out of my hand! I was angry!
Clara: It shattered against the doorframe and a piece of glass cut my forehead.
Evelyn turned back to Jason, her face pale with pure disgust.
Evelyn: You are a liar and a coward, Jason.
Jason: Mother, listen to me! She is trying to revoke my signing authority on the corporate accounts!
Clara: The police are already on their way, Jason. I spoke to dispatch two minutes ago.
Jason: You called the police on your own brother?!
Clara: You committed felony domestic assault in front of five witnesses.
Jason: You're blowing this out of proportion! It was a family argument!
Evelyn: Look at the floor, Jason. Look at the blood on her collar and the broken porcelain at your feet.
Jason: I can pay for the porcelain! I can pay for her medical bill!
Evelyn: You can't buy your way out of this one, son.
Jason: If I get arrested today, the stock prices for Sterling Holdings will plunge by twenty percent tomorrow morning!
Clara: Then they plunge. I'd rather lose stock value than live in fear of my own brother.
Jason: You're ruining everything we built!
Evelyn: You ruined it the moment you let greed turn you into a animal. Now get out before security drags you through the gate.
Jason glared at Clara, his jaw tight as he adjusted his suit jacket and backed out through the heavy glass doors into the bright morning heat.
Evelyn sat down beside Clara, taking the damp cloth from her hands to inspect the small cut above her eyebrow.
Evelyn: Does it hurt terribly, my sweet girl?
Clara: It stings, Mom. But I'm okay.
Evelyn: What was on that liquidation page, Clara? Tell me the truth.
Clara: He was trying to transfer my entire inheritance into a shell company registered in the Cayman Islands.
Evelyn froze, the white cloth trembling in her hands as she looked into her daughter's eyes.
Evelyn: Your father's trust fund? The one set aside for your medical foundation?
Clara: Yes. Five million dollars. He was going to sell the shares by noon today.