The officers took Victoria away into the back seat of a waiting cruiser.
Mark turned his full attention back to Clara sitting on the comfortable sofa.
Mark: We need to check your father's private wall safe right away, Clara.
Clara: Do you think she managed to swap his legal last will?
Mark: I saw her spending an hour in his office late last night.
They walked upstairs together into the dark, oak-paneled room at the back.
The large brass safe hidden behind the oil painting stood completely wide open.
Papers were scattered all across the heavy dark wood desk near the window.
Clara carefully picked up a thick white envelope lying on the top folder.
Clara: This is a brand new estate document dated just three days ago.
Mark: Read what it says on the front official title page.
Clara opened the thick paper envelope with shaking, trembling, thin fingers inside.
The document transferred full ownership of the mansion and trust fund to Victoria.
However, the signature line at the bottom looked shaky, irregular, and clearly fake.
Clara: This is not my father's real handwriting signature at all.
Mark: She tried to force his hand while he was resting in bed.
Clara: She was planning to sell the entire family business within weeks.
Mark: But she failed because you stood up to her brave today.
Clara felt a huge wave of deep relief wash over her trembling body.
She held the forged legal document tightly against her beating heart now.
The terrible nightmare that threatened her whole family was finally ending at last.
Her father was currently resting safely in the nearby private city hospital ward.
With Victoria behind thick iron bars, his health could finally recover in peace.