Margarethe: You set me up! You and your creepy little son set me up in my own house!
Julian: This was never your house. Every inch of this floor, every piece of art, and every dollar in the bank was built by my family long before you showed up at that charity gala.
Leo: Dad, she has her suitcase packed in the hallway closet! I saw it this morning when I was getting my school bag!
Julian: Is that true, Margarethe? Were you planning to pull off the final payout and fly out to Los Angeles by tonight?
Margarethe: I was leaving because you treated me like dirt! You ignored me for work every weekend!
Eleanor: He worked eighty hours a week to pay off the mortgage and fund your endless shopping sprees in New York!
Margarethe: Shopping sprees?! I was maintaining the high-society image required for his executive position!
Julian: You spent forty thousand dollars on designer handbags last month while claiming you needed bed rest for high-risk pregnancy complications!
Margarethe: I was stressed! I needed something to keep me sane in this boring mausoleum!
Julian: You lied about a medical emergency to wire fifty grand to a private account in Florida! Do you think my forensic accountants didn't flag that transfer?
Margarethe backed away toward the front door, her heels clicking rapidly against the polished white marble. She kept her arm hooked around the deflated belly harness, trying to hide the manufacturer's tag that was still hanging off the side.
Margarethe: I want my personal belongings! I have expensive coats and jewelry in the master suite upstairs!
Julian: Everything in that room was purchased with money from the family trust during the period of your active fraud. It is all evidence now.
Margarethe: You can't keep my clothes! That's illegal seizure of personal property!
Eleanor: What's illegal is forging a doctor's signature on official hospital letterhead to extort a two-million-dollar cash advance from my son's trust fund!
Margarethe: I didn't forge anything! Dr. Miller signed those papers himself!
Julian: Dr. Miller lost his medical license two years ago for prescription fraud. We already contacted the state medical board this morning, Margarethe. He sang like a canary the moment my legal team mentioned police involvement.
Margarethe: That crooked doctor promised me the files were untraceable...
Julian: There is no such thing as untraceable when money leaves a digital footprint.
Leo: Look! The police cars are pulling into the driveway right now!
Red and blue lights began flashing through the stained-glass windows of the front entrance, painting the grand foyer in dark shades of red and blue. Margarethe turned around, staring out the glass panels with absolute terror in her eyes.