Clara slowly stood up from the bed, holding her heavy pregnant lower back.
Clara: Mark, let us just leave without creating any more awful scene.
Evelyn: Yes, run away like the poor little peasant girl you are!
Mark: She has ten times the class and dignity you will ever have.
Evelyn: You will crawl back on your knees when the money runs out!
Mark: I built my own software company without taking a single dime from you.
Evelyn looked surprised for a fraction of a second before hiding her weakness.
She turned around on her high heels and stormed back down the hallway.
Mark wrapped his suit jacket gently around Clara’s cold and shaking shoulders.
Mark: We are getting out of this toxic prison house tonight forever.
Clara: Where will we go at this late hour of the night?
Mark: I booked a luxury suite downtown until our new house closes.
Clara breathed a long sigh of quiet relief against Mark’s warm chest.
She realized her husband was truly ready to choose his own family.
As they walked down the grand staircase holding bags, Evelyn blocked the exit.
She stood near the front oak doors with her arms crossed tight.
Evelyn: You are not taking any furniture or cars bought with Vance money.
Mark: I bought the SUV outside with my own verified business account.
Evelyn: The title is registered under the family trust address, dear son.
Clara: Please, Evelyn, just let us call a simple taxicab then.
Evelyn: You can walk down the gravel drive in the freezing rain.
Suddenly, Clara felt a severe, sharp pain shoot straight across her abdomen.
She gasped loudly and dropped her small purse directly onto the floor.
Clara: Mark… something is wrong, the pain is very sharp right now!
Mark: Clara! Hold onto me, do not drop down onto the floor!
Mark caught her carefully before she could lose her balance near the stairs.
He guided her gently to rest against the padded bench in the foyer.
Mark: Call nine-one-one right now, Mom, do it immediately!
Evelyn: She is just dramatic to get your attention away from me.
Mark: Call the emergency number right now or I swear you will regret it!
Evelyn slowly pulled out her gold phone, looking completely unbothered by the scene.
Mark knelt down beside Clara, holding her sweating pale forehead with devotion.
Mark: Stay under control, honey, deep breaths, I am right here with you.
Clara: Please get me out of here… I feel so unsafe in this house.
Mark: The ambulance will be here in five minutes, keep holding my hand.
Evelyn walked slowly over to where they were sitting together on the bench.
She looked down at Clara with a look of pure, heartless indifference.
Evelyn: If you lose that baby, you have no reason to stay here.
Mark stood up like an angry lion rising to defend his weak mate.
He kicked a nearby heavy wooden dining chair, sending it crashing violently down.
exact loud wooden crash resonated through the vast empty high-ceiling hall.
Evelyn: You throw your own family out over a girl like her?!
Mark: You are not my mother! I am throwing you out of my life!
Evelyn: I gave you life, you ungrateful little brat!
Mark: And you tried to destroy the life of my unborn child tonight!
Evelyn stumbled back against the wall, clutching her chest in fake dramatic panic.
The distant sirens of the approaching ambulance echoed outside the window glass.
