Eleanor: This paper is a fake! You fabricated this document to steal my family's legacy!
Clara: Read the notary seal, Eleanor! It's certified by the state supreme court!
Eleanor: My late husband left this entire mansion and the trust fund to ME! I am the head of the Berkshire family!
Clara: Your late husband didn't own the Berkshire estate, Eleanor! My grandfather did!
Eleanor: What kind of nonsense are you babbling about?! Your grandfather was a poor gardener who worked in our estate gardens forty years ago!
Clara: My grandfather wasn't just the gardener! He was the primary founder and quiet majority shareholder of Berkshire Global Enterprises!
Eleanor: Liar! You're a gold-digging maid who seduced my son, Marcus, to crawl your way into wealth!
Clara: Marcus married me because he loved me! And he knew the truth about what your husband did to my family!
Eleanor struggled to push herself up from the marble floor, her silk pajamas wrinkled and her hair disheveled.
Eleanor: Marcus knows nothing about business! He is loyal to his mother, and he will throw you out on the street the second he gets home!
Clara: Marcus is the one who retrieved this trust document from the vault in Boston yesterday!
Eleanor: What... what did you just say?
Clara: Your late husband embezzled millions from my grandfather's trust fund in 1984, but he never legally transferred the title of this mansion!
Eleanor: This mansion belongs to the Berkshire bloodline!
Clara: Exactly! And my grandfather's will strictly states that the entirety of the land, the trust fund, and the corporate voting rights belong exclusively to his direct biological great-grandchild!
Eleanor: You don't have a biological claim! You're an adopted nobody!
Clara: Look at page two of the Berkshire Trust document, Eleanor! Look at the DNA verification certificate attached right behind the signature!
Eleanor snatched the paper off the marble floor, her trembling fingers turning the page as she scanned the official court stamps.
Eleanor: 'Direct Biological Match... 99.9%... Toby Harrison Berkshire'...
Clara: Toby is the direct biological great-grandson of the true founder! That baby you just tried to drown in a golden toilet is the sole legal owner of everything you stand on!
Eleanor: No... no! This can't be happening! This is my house!
Clara: It's not your house, Eleanor! You have been living on stolen money for thirty years!
Eleanor: Marcus wouldn't do this to me! He wouldn't strip his own mother of her home!
Clara: Marcus didn't strip you of anything, Eleanor. You did this to yourself the moment you treated people like animals because of your fake money!
Eleanor: Where is Marcus?! Call him right now! I want to speak to my son!
Clara: He's standing right behind you in the entryway.
Eleanor turned her head abruptly, her breath catching in her throat as she saw her son, Marcus Berkshire, standing in the front doorway wearing a sharp navy business suit, holding his leather briefcase with a stone-cold expression on his face.
Marcus: I heard every single word, Mother.