Richard: Monthly wire transfers... from my private family account?
Lily: Check the account numbers, Mr. Vance. Fifty thousand dollars initial payment, followed by two thousand dollars every single month for twenty-four years.
Evelyn: Don't look at that paper, Richard! It's all fabricated! She wants your money!
Richard: I know my own bank account numbers, Evelyn. Account ending in 8842... that's the private reserve account you had sole access to for house expenses!
Evelyn: Richard, please... I loved you! I wanted us to be a real family without the ghost of Mary hanging over us every day!
Richard: You didn't love me! You wanted access to the Vance trust fund! You hid my daughter away so your biological child could inherit everything!
Isabella: Dad, please! I'm still your daughter! You raised me for twenty-four years!
Richard: You are Evelyn's daughter, raised on lies and cruelty. And today, the truth comes to light.
Richard turned toward his head of security, who was standing near the grand staircase under the framed US flag[cite: 1].
Richard: Marcus, call the city police department immediately. Report a child kidnapping, long-term fraud, and corporate embezzlement against Evelyn Vance.
Evelyn: Police?! Richard, you can't have your own wife arrested in front of our friends!
Richard: You are not my wife anymore, Evelyn. I will have my legal team file for an immediate annulment on the grounds of fraud before midnight.
Isabella: Dad, no! What about my birthday?! What about my trust fund allowance?!
Richard: Your trust fund allowance is frozen as of this exact second. Every cent you spent over the last five years will be audited by forensic accountants.
Isabella: You can't do this to me! I'm Isabella Vance!
Lily: You're not a Vance, Isabella. The Vance name belongs to Mary's bloodline. You're just the daughter of a criminal who tried to erase me from history.
Isabella let out a shrill scream of anger, raising her hand to strike Lily across the face a second time[cite: 1]. But before her hand could land, Richard stepped in, grabbing Isabella's wrist firmly in mid-air[cite: 1].
Richard: Don't you ever raise your hand against my daughter again in this house!
Isabella: Let go of my arm! You're hurting me!
Richard: Security, hold both of them in the foyer until the police officers arrive.