The guests erupted into furious whispers. Guests pulled out their phones to record the scene as Victoria tried frantically to scramble to her feet, her champagne dress now covered in plaster dust and smudged with dirt.
Victoria: It's a lie! Clara was paranoid! She hated me because our father favored me!
Julian: Is that why there's a second letter here dated the same week, addressed to the state probate court? She notarized it, Victoria! She had a nurse witness it!
Victoria: No... no, no, no...
Julian: You stole the letters from her hospital nightstand before I could get there after her passing! You've been hiding them in the mansion storage compartments for four years!
Arthur: Victoria... is this true? Did you forge those trust documents you brought to the board meeting last month?
Victoria: Arthur, shut up! Don't you turn on me too!
Arthur: You lied to me! You told me Clara wanted you to manage Lily's trust fund! You made me sign as a witness on fake legal paperwork!
Julian: You didn't just commit fraud, Victoria. You committed child endangerment, kidnapping, and physical assault against a five-year-old child in my home.
Victoria's eyes darted toward the grand entrance, but two heavy estate security guards stepped into the doorway, blocking her only path of escape.
Victoria: Julian, please! I'm your family! Clara's sister! You can't put me in prison! What would people say about the family name?!
Julian: My wife's name is clear now. Yours is going to be printed on an arrest mugshot by midnight.
Evelyn: Security, hold her right there. I am calling our head legal counsel and the district attorney immediately. I want full charges filed for fraud, extortion, and child abuse.
Victoria: You old bat! This mansion should have been mine! Clara had everything, and I got nothing!