By early evening, dark clouds gathered over the rolling green hills outside.
Victoria paced back and forth across the rug in her private room.
She stared at the golden framed portrait of Arthur's noble ancestors.
Her mind was completely filled with anger and rising desperation.
She knew Arthur would never give her total control of his money.
The strict terms of his family estate will prevented any quick payout.
If she wanted the fortune, she needed to change his mind completely.
She decided to create a chaotic scene that would shatter Arthur's calm world.
Rose entered the room softly with a fresh stack of folded linens.
Rose: Excuse me, ma'am, I have brought your clean hand towels.
Victoria: Set them down and get out of my sight immediately.
Rose: Is there anything else you need before dinner, ma'am?
Victoria: I said leave me alone, Rose!
Rose bowed her head politely and stepped back into the hallway.
She noticed an open drawer near Victoria's grand mahogany desk.
Inside lay important legal paper documents with official red wax seals.
Victoria was searching through Arthur's private record books without permission.
The maid knew this behavior was deeply improper and very risky.
She kept her mouth shut and walked toward the main parlor room.
In the parlor stood a priceless glass case holding ancient family heirlooms.
The most famous piece was an antique crystal urn from the eighteenth century.
It represented generations of Montgomery family history and high honor.
Arthur cherished that single item more than any other object in the house.
Victoria walked into the parlor with quick, angry footsteps behind Rose.
Her eyes fixed directly upon the glass display case near the piano.
Victoria: He cares more about these old dusty rocks than he cares about me!
Rose: Please, Lady Victoria, those belong to Lord Arthur's lineage.
Victoria: I do not care about his lineage or his precious past!
Victoria reached out and unlocked the heavy display case door violently.
She pulled the heavy crystal urn off its velvet display cushion.
Rose gasped softly and took a fast step forward in alarm.
Rose: Please put that back, ma'am, it is irreplaceable!
Victoria: Let us see how much he loves his family history now!
Victoria lifted the antique urn high into the air with angry arms.
Her face twisted into a look of absolute cold fury and malice.
Rose realized that Victoria was actually going to smash the heirloom down.
The maid prepared herself to step in before it was too late.