Arthur slowly raised his chin and looked up at Victoria's smug face.
His handsome face subtly shifted from sadness into a confident and knowing smile.
The subtle change in his posture caught the attention of several nearby guests.
Arthur: Now I finally see who actually belongs in my life.
Victoria: What is that supposed to mean, Arthur? Are you losing your mind too?
Arthur: It means that hard times have a way of clearing away all the fake people.
Victoria: You think you can talk down to me just because you have a bank account?
Arthur: Wealth means nothing if the person holding it has an empty soul.
Victoria: Without me, you are just a lonely man stuck in a mechanical chair!
She waved her hand dramatically and spilled a few drops of champagne onto the floor.
The liquid landed very close to Clara's black leather shoes.
Clara did not complain or make a scene about the spilled drink.
She simply stood up quietly and reached into her apron pocket for a cloth.
Arthur: Leave the floor for a moment, Clara, and stand right next to me.
Clara: Yes, Mr. Vance, whatever you need.
Victoria: Are you seriously giving orders to the staff while your fiancee is talking?
Arthur: You stopped acting like my fiancee the moment you thought I was helpless.
Victoria: I am the woman who was supposed to share your mansion and your name!
Arthur: You only loved the mansion and the status that came with my last name.
Victoria adjusted her emerald dress and turned toward the crowd of watching friends.
Victoria: He is delusional! The accident must have damaged his brain along with his legs!
The blonde woman in the glittering gown shook her head in disapproval.
She leaned over to her husband and whispered her sudden disgust for Victoria.
Victoria thought the guests were agreeing with her cruel assessment of Arthur's condition.
She held her head high and smiled like a queen commanding a grand room.
She had no idea that a legal envelope was sitting in Arthur's inner jacket pocket.
She also had no idea that two corporate lawyers were waiting in the library nearby.
Arthur kept his hand rested on the armrest of his wooden wheelchair.
He waited patiently for the right moment to finish the test he had started.