David: Dad, come look at this document.
Arthur stepped over to the open safe, taking the folded cream-colored paper from David's hands. He adjusted his reading glasses, his eyes scanning down the page as his face turned deathly pale.
Arthur: This... this is an addendum to my estate will... dated three months ago.
Cora: What does it say, Arthur?
Arthur: It states that upon my death, full legal control of the Sterling Global trust fund—sixty million dollars—transfers directly to Evelyn Vance, completely stripping David and Lily of their biological inheritance rights.
David: Look at the signature at the bottom, Dad. Is that your handwriting?
Arthur held the paper under the bright kitchen light, his fingers shaking violently as he examined the dark blue ink.
Arthur: I never signed this... I never even saw this document! This is a complete forgery!
Evelyn: Arthur! Listen to me! Your lawyer recommended that addendum for tax protection! You signed it during our anniversary dinner in New York!
Arthur: I was in the hospital having knee surgery on our anniversary, Evelyn! I wasn't in New York!
Evelyn froze, her mouth opening and closing in utter panic as her own lie shattered in front of everyone.
Cora: She forged your signature to steal Lily's inheritance money!
David: It gets worse, Cora. Look at the glass vial we found sitting right next to the forged will.
David pulled the small glass bottle from the safe, holding it up so the bright overhead lights illuminated the printed medical label.
David: Concentrated Digitalis. A cardiac paralyzing toxin that causes slow, untraceable heart failure in elderly patients.
Arthur gasped, stumbling back against the counter, his hand flying to his chest as he looked at the woman he had trusted with his life.
Arthur: You... you were poisoning my morning tea... That's why I've been feeling so weak for the last six weeks!
Evelyn: No! That's my heart medication! The doctor prescribed it for my arrhythmia!
David: Arrhythmia medication comes in pill form, Evelyn. Concentrated liquid digitalis is a restricted hospital chemical that requires a federal license to possess.
Clara: Mr. Sterling, three days ago I noticed Mrs. Evelyn pouring a clear liquid into your tea mug before I brought it up to your study!
Evelyn: You sneaking little green-uniformed rat! Shut your filthy mouth!
David: Do not speak to my staff like that again, Evelyn. Your reign of terror in this house is officially over.
Distant police sirens began to echo through the long estate driveway outside, their red and blue flashing lights illuminating the high kitchen windows.
David: I called Detective Vance ten minutes before I arrived home tonight. He has been monitoring your offshore bank accounts for two weeks.