Elena’s hands trembled as she reached down into the depths of the cart, pushing aside the crisp white towels[cite: 5]. She lifted up a thick brown official envelope resting squarely on top of the fresh linens[cite: 5].
Elena: They also lied to you about who brought me here[cite: 5]!
Arthur: Who helped you get inside this house? Security has strict orders to bar you from the grounds[cite: 5]!
Elena: Your own estate attorney, Mr. Harrison, who found out about the forged medical clearance forms[cite: 5]!
Victoria: Harrison is a senile old fool who fell for her manipulation[cite: 5]!
Elena: He's the one who had these hospital transcripts authenticated by an independent judge this morning[cite: 5]!
Victoria looked on in sudden terror and panic, her mouth agape as she realized her carefully constructed fortress was crumbling to dust[cite: 5]. A sharp musical sting rang out through the grand hall, punctuating the exact moment her facade cracked[cite: 5].
Arthur: Give me that envelope, Elena. Give it to me right now[cite: 5]!
Elena: Take it, Arthur. Read every single page and see what your beloved fiancée paid the clinic to hide from you[cite: 5]!
Victoria: Don't open it, Arthur! If you look at those papers, our relationship is over forever[cite: 5]!
Arthur: Our relationship ended the second you lied to me about my own flesh and blood[cite: 5]!
Victoria lunged forward like a striking cat, her velvet maroon dress swishing violently as she tried to snatch the brown envelope out of Elena's hands[cite: 5].
Victoria: You arrogant little maid, give me that file[cite: 5]!
Arthur: Get away from her, Victoria! Don't you dare lay another finger on her[cite: 5]!