Chapter 6 - THE HUSBAND'S CHOICE
Arthur Vance, Clara's husband of five years, walked into the quiet study on the second floor of the estate, his face pale as chalk.
He wore a tailored tuxedo, but his bow tie was loosened, revealing the intense physical and emotional toll of the night's events.
"Clara... my mother is currently sitting in a holding cell at the precinct," Arthur said softly, his voice trembling with disbelief.
Clara sat behind Eleanor's antique mahogany desk, reviewing financial ledgers on her black smartphone under the desk lamp.
"She physically attacked me in front of fifty people, Arthur. Where were you when she tore my skin?" Clara asked coldly.
Arthur looked down at the Persian rug, unable to meet her piercing gaze. "I was in the wine cellar... I didn't know she would go that far."
"She has been abusing me verbally and emotionally for five years, Arthur, and you looked the other way every single time," Clara reminded him.
"She's seventy years old, Clara! The media is going to destroy our family name!" Arthur pleaded, stepping closer to the desk.
Clara stood up slowly, leaning over the mahogany surface until her face was inches from his. "Your mother didn't just attack me, Arthur."
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"She's been embezzling millions from your late father's charitable trust, and tonight I took control of the entire board."
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