Within two hours, Arthur's legal team arrived at the grand Dallas mansion.
They brought all the necessary paperwork to freeze Victoria's joint credit cards.
She was given exactly thirty minutes to pack up her personal clothes.
Victoria packed her designer suitcases while crying angry, bitter tears upstairs.
She marched down the grand staircase without looking at Arthur or Clara.
The security guard escorted her out the front door into the bright sun.
The massive wooden doors closed behind her with a final, quiet thud.
The mansion was suddenly peaceful and completely quiet once again inside.
Arthur took Clara to the bright, warm sitting room overlooking the green garden.
He ordered the kitchen staff to bring fresh hot tea and sweet pastries.
He sat down beside his daughter and held both of her small hands.
Arthur: Tell me everything about your life, Clara. I want to know.
Clara smiled gently and shared stories about her mother and her school years.
She talked about the hard times, but also about her mother's deep love.
Arthur listened to every single word, wiping away his own silent tears.
He felt terrible for the years they had spent apart from each other.
However, he was determined to make up for every lost single day.
He showed Clara the spacious guest room upstairs with the soft king bed.
He told her this was her true home now and forever if she wanted.
Arthur: You will never have to scrub another floor again, my dear.
Clara: Thank you, Papa. I am just glad to be home.
They spent the rest of the warm afternoon talking by the sunny window.
The cold marble floor downstairs was finally completely clean and quiet now.
The dark secrets that had filled the house were gone for good.
Clara had found her real family, and Arthur had found his lost heart.