Arthur turned his wheelchair back toward the main living space.
Clara stepped forward to hand him his cool water glass.
He thanked her warmly for her brave encouraging words earlier.
Her timely reminder had restored his strong inner spirit today.
He realized that dignity was far more valuable than gold.
He pledged to manage his business with renewed vigor now.
He called his main estate attorney on the speaker phone.
He ordered a complete revision of his last will today.
He created a massive trust fund for his loyal staff.
Clara was named the chief director of the new foundation.
She wiped a small happy tear from her soft cheek.
She thanked the master for his incredible personal generosity.
Arthur smiled genuinely for the first time in many months.
He looked up at the large American flag on wall.
It reminded him that freedom required constant personal strength.
He knew his physical recovery would take much hard time.
Yet his mind and heart were completely free from deceit.
The household staff returned to their daily duties with joy.
The dark cloud over the mansion had finally vanished today.
Arthur rolled his chair over to the large sunny window.
He watched the birds fly over his green rolling lawn.
He felt deep peace returning to his quiet private life.
He had reclaimed his home through sheer courage and truth.
Greed had lost its bitter war against real human honor.
Arthur Vance was once again the true master of house.