"Clara..." Evelyn stammered, reaching out a trembling hand across the table. "Don't listen to him. He manipulated the files, he—"
"Stop," Clara whispered, her voice slicing through the room like shattered glass. She stood up so violently her chair overturned with a sharp clatter against the parquet floor. Her eyes burned with a fierce, terrifying clarity as she looked at Marcus and Evelyn. "You lied to me. You used my worst fears, my love for this family, to destroy my life just to protect your embezzlement scheme."
"Clara, honey, let's not be hasty—" Marcus began, raising his hands in a placating gesture.
"The audit report is on the fiscal server," Julian added smoothly, tapping a key on his tablet to upload the encrypted financial data to every terminal in the room. "Every inflated logistics invoice, every ghost subsidiary in the northern district, and every unauthorized wire transfer routed to private accounts controlled by Evelyn Vance. Total deficit: $2.4 million."