Margaret: Stop this madness right now, Arthur! You are going too far!
Arthur: I am doing what is necessary to protect our financial future.
The older American woman covers her mouth in shock while the young woman sobs with her face in her hands[cite: 1].
A soft crying echoes quietly against the vaulted ceiling panels[cite: 1].
Emily: Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to deserve your hatred?
Arthur: You were born with a sense of entitlement that sickens me.
Margaret: She is a grieving daughter, not a business competitor!
Arthur: In this household, everyone is either an asset or a liability.
Emily: I just wanted a small corner of the estate to live and paint in peace.
Arthur: Painters belong in cheap downtown studios, not in ancestral manor houses.
Margaret: Have you forgotten the vows we took under this very roof?
Arthur: Vows change when fortunes are on the line, Margaret.
Emily: You didn't care about fortunes when mom was paying your initial startup debts.
Arthur's face flushed a deep, angry crimson at the mention of his late wife's early investments.
Arthur: Keep your mouth shut about things you are too young to understand.
Emily: Everyone in this town knows you built your empire on borrowed money and stolen patents.
Arthur: I will not sit here and take insults from an ungrateful brat!
Margaret pulled her hands back, trembling as Arthur's posture grew more rigid and threatening.
Can anyone bridge the widening chasm between father and daughter before physical violence erupts?