Victoria: You... you tried to drown me... You're a savage, David!
David: I gave you my home, my name, and my trust! And you murdered my wife and tortured my daughter for a forty-million-dollar inheritance!
Victoria: I deserve that inheritance! I spent four years acting as a mother to your brat!
Clara: You're not my mother! My mommy is in heaven watching you!
Maria: Mr. Sterling, there's something else you need to see. Look at the tablet Detective Vance is holding.
David wiped the water from his hands, looking down at the second file open on the police tablet. The screen displayed a digitized document bearing a live state seal and Sarah's original signature.
David: Is this... Sarah's primary estate codicil?
Detective Vance: We unsealed this from the Chicago probate vault an hour ago, Mr. Sterling. Sarah registered this document three days before her death.
David: What does it say, Detective?
Detective Vance: It states that if Sarah died under suspicious circumstances, full legal control over the Sterling Global trust fund transfers directly to Clara under your sole guardianship, completely stripping Victoria of any claims or spousal allowances.
Victoria let out a sharp, choked scream, her hands digging into her wet silk robe as she looked up in sheer horror.
Victoria: No! No! Sarah couldn't have written that! She didn't know!
David: Sarah knew everything, Victoria. She knew you were poisoning her, and she built a legal wall around our daughter before she took her last breath.
Victoria: You can't take my spousal allowance! I signed a prenuptial agreement that guarantees me ten percent of the estate!
Detective Vance: Your prenuptial agreement was declared void twenty minutes ago, Victoria, under the state's Slayer Statute. A suspect who murders the primary grantor forfeits every single penny.
Distant police sirens began to wail through the high glass windows of the bathroom, their red and blue lights flashing against the white plaster walls and the American flag.
Detective Vance: Officers, take her into custody.
Two uniformed police officers stepped through the double doors, grabbing Victoria by her wet arms and pulling her up from the bathtub floor. The sharp, metallic click of steel handcuffs echoed clearly against the marble tile.
Victoria: Get your filthy hands off me! David, tell them to stop! We can make a private settlement!
David: The only settlement you're getting, Victoria, is a life sentence in a state penitentiary.