Mr. Harrison adjusted his wire glasses as he took the yellow papers from Clara's hand.
He sat down behind his polished mahogany desk and spread the documents out under the light.
His face grew pale as his eyes scanned the gold seal and original dark signatures below.
Mr. Harrison: This is the authentic signed original will of your late father, Arthur Vance.
Clara: Victoria presented a completely different document to the court five years ago, right?
Mr. Harrison: Yes, she produced a copy that named her as the sole living heir.
Mr. Harrison: We searched everywhere for this original document, but we never found it back then.
Mr. Harrison: Without this paper, the probate court had no choice but to validate her copy.
Clara: She forced my mother into poverty while sitting on millions of stolen family dollars!
Mr. Harrison: This constitutes severe financial fraud, forgery, and grand theft of an estate trust fund.
The old attorney leaned back in his leather armchair and rubbed his chin thoughtfully now.
Mr. Harrison: We can file an emergency court motion to freeze all company bank accounts immediately.
Clara: No, I want to face Victoria in person before the police freeze her accounts.
Clara: She is hosting a massive charity gala at the family mansion later this evening.
Mr. Harrison: That could get very loud and chaotic if she refuses to cooperate smoothly.
Clara: She stole five precious years of life and medical care from my sweet mother.
Clara: She needs to look me in the eye when her lies finally crash down.
Mr. Harrison picked up his desk telephone receiver and dialed his head legal paralegal quickly.
Mr. Harrison: Prepare an emergency order of injunction and call the county sheriff's department right away.
Mr. Harrison: Have two officers meet us at the Vance estate gate at seven o'clock sharp.
Clara looked out the high office window at the darkening skyline of the bustling city.
She thought about her mother working late nights while battling terrible fatigue and weakness alone.
Ellen had suffered in silence just to keep Clara safe from Victoria's terrible wrath and cruel legal threats.
Now the truth was out of the dark wooden piano and into the open light.
Clara straightened her posture and felt a cold determination wash over her gentle spirit.
Clara: I am ready to go to the mansion now, Mr. Harrison.
Mr. Harrison: Put on a coat, Clara, because tonight justice finally comes to your family home.