Chloe: Mark... make her stop... make her go away...
Mark: An ambulance is five minutes out, Chloe. Keep breathing, just look at me.
Elena: Stop playing the victim, you little actress! Where is the offshore transfer receipt?!
Mark: Aunt Elena, shut your mouth! Look at what you've done to her!
Elena: She deserved worse! She signed those corporate documents behind our backs!
Chloe: I... I never signed anything... Julian did...
Elena: Don't lie to me! Julian is my son, he would never forge financial documents!
Chloe: Ask him... ask him who bought the penthouse in his name last week...
A sudden, chilling silence fell over the living room as Chloe's words hung heavily in the air. Mark paused, his eyes narrowing as he looked from his frantic aunt down to the bruised and bleeding woman on the floor. The pieces of a massive, elaborate conspiracy began clicking together in his mind with terrifying clarity. He had always suspected that Julian was deep in gambling debts, but he never imagined his own mother would violently attack an innocent woman to cover for her golden boy's crimes.
Mark: Wait a minute. What penthouse, Chloe?
Chloe: Julian... used my pre-marital trust fund... to buy a luxury apartment for his mistress...
Elena: That's a lie! A complete fabrication to save her own skin!
Mark: Is it, Aunt Elena? Because you walked in here screaming about fifty thousand dollars specifically. How did you even know about that exact amount?
Elena's face flushed a deep, mottled crimson, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as she struggled to find an excuse. The arrogant mask she had worn all afternoon cracked down the middle, revealing the frantic panic of a woman whose criminal cover-up had just imploded. Chloe, lying in the pool of blood on the wooden floor, felt the unbearable physical pain in her abdomen slowly shift into something entirely different. Her weeping stopped, her chest heaving as a deep thriller climax drop echoed through her mind.
Chloe: You knew... didn't you, Elena?
Elena: I... I don't know what you're talking about.
Chloe: You knew Julian stole my money. You came here today to finish me off before I could file the lawsuit.
Elena: You're talking nonsense! You're delirious from the fall!
Chloe: No... I've never been more clear in my entire life.