The car pulled up right in front of the marble steps.
The driver opened the rear door and held it firm.
Arthur stepped out first and adjusted his silk dark tie.
Arthur: Get out of the car peacefully, Jillian.
Jillian: The lawyer will notice the missing real records.
Arthur: The lawyer works directly for my company now.
Jillian stepped onto the cold driveway with sore feet.
She walked up the steps surrounded by three silent men.
The front hall felt colder than the morning air outside.
Her father's portrait hung high above the grand staircase.
He looked strong and happy in the old framed painting.
Now he was confined to a medical bed upstairs alone.
Arthur led her straight into the large family library room.
He shut the heavy wooden doors behind them both.
Arthur: Sit down so we can talk like adults.
Jillian: I will never sign away my father's trust fund.
Arthur: You do not need to sign a single thing.
He walked over to the wooden desk in the corner.
He picked up a white folder full of stamped pages.
Arthur: The court has declared him mentally unfit today.
Jillian: That is a complete lie and you know it!
Arthur: The doctor signed the medical paperwork this morning.
Jillian's hands shook with deep anger as she listened.
She remembered the strange new doctor Arthur had hired last week.
The doctor had given her father new daily medication pills.
Her father had grown weaker and more confused each day.
It was not an illness taking his sharp mind away.
They were drugging him to take control of his money.
The realization hit Jillian like a heavy physical blow.
She backed away toward the tall glass bookshelf doors.
Jillian: You are poisoning my father for his wealth.
Arthur: Be very careful what words you speak out loud.
Arthur: Nobody outside these walls will take your word.
Jillian: His real doctor will examine him today!
Arthur: His real doctor was dismissed three days ago.
Arthur set the paper folder down on the polished table.
He pulled out a silver key from his coat pocket.
Arthur: You will remain upstairs until the paperwork settles completely.
Jillian: You cannot keep me locked away forever.
Arthur: I only need three days to finalize the sale.