Victoria: Get your hands off me! Do you know who my father is?!
The lead police officer grabbed Victoria's wrist, spinning her around and pulling her arms behind her back with a swift, professional motion.
The heavy metallic snap of handcuffs echoed loudly through the high-ceilinged mansion hall.
Victoria: Arthur! Tell them to stop! You can't let them do this to me!
Arthur: You did this to yourself, Victoria. You let your greed consume every piece of humanity you had left.
Victoria: I'll sue you! I'll take every penny this family has!
Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Victoria struggled against the officer's grip, her hair falling out of its neat bun as she was escorted toward the front door.
She looked back at Clara, her face twisted with pure bitter hatred.
Victoria: You won't get a single dollar, Clara! My lawyers will drag this out in court for twenty years!
Clara: The court hearing is already over, Victoria. Arthur showed the judge the real DNA test results this morning.
Victoria: DNA test results?!
Arthur: Leo's DNA is a ninety-nine point nine percent match to my son Richard. The trust fund was officially unfrozen an hour ago.
Victoria let out a sharp, hysterical shriek as the officers led her down the front steps toward the waiting police car.
The heavy glass front doors clicked shut, leaving the hall in total, peaceful silence.
Leo looked up at Clara, his small fingers letting go of her apron string.
Leo: Is the mean lady gone forever, Mommy?
Clara: Yes, my sweet boy. She's gone forever.
Arthur walked over to Clara, placing a gentle, reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Arthur: I am so sorry I didn't find you sooner, Clara. I failed my son by letting that woman control this house for so long.
Clara: You didn't fail anyone, Mr. Sterling. You saved us today.
Arthur: Don't call me Mr. Sterling anymore. Call me Arthur. Or better yet, Dad.
Clara wiped her tears, a soft, genuine smile spreading across her face for the first time in years.
Clara: Thank you... Arthur.
Arthur: Now, let's get you out of that maid uniform. It's time my grandson saw his real home.