I quietly confront Olivia in her room; when she screams I clamp her mouth and reveal I hold the original marriage contract. I demand the promised $50 million transfer now and offer to hand over the original for destruction, but Olivia explodes, refusing and calling me a bastard. Her cry draws the whole manor. Guests and servants stare as accusations fly — someone even punches me in the face. I retreat, humiliated, and finish dinner with a swollen eye and my mother's pity. The original contract remains in my possession, and the fallout from tonight is left unresolved.