Margaret: What is the meaning of this foolishness? Security! Escort this girl out immediately!
Clara: Call security, Mrs. Sterling. Let them call the police too. I'm sure the authorities would love to know how you stole a full estate trust fund.
Arthur: Clara, shut up! Shut your mouth right now!
Clara: I stayed silent for three years while I scrubbed your floors, Arthur. I won't be silent tonight.
Margaret: You are a common servant! You clean our bathroom sinks! How dare you speak to my son like that in front of our guests!
Clara: I am the rightful legal heir to Charles Sterling's entire estate. And you both know it.
A collective gasp echoed across the foyer. Guests leaned in closer, whispering behind their gloved hands.
Guest 1: Did she say Charles's heir? Charles died three years ago!
Guest 2: Look at that ring... isn't that the official Sterling family crest?
Arthur: She's lying! She stole that ring from my father's study before he passed away!
Clara: Your father gave me this ring on his deathbed in the hospital, Arthur. The same night you and your mother forged his final will.
Margaret: That is slander! My husband left everything to me and my son! We have the signed probate court documents!
Clara: Documents signed while he was in a medically induced coma? Do you want me to read the blood test dates out loud to everyone here?
Arthur: Mother, make her leave. Please, just get her out of here!
Margaret: You have no proof of these absurd accusations, girl! You're nothing but an ungrateful orphan we took in out of pity!
Clara: You didn't take me in out of pity, Margaret. You hired me as a maid to keep me under your thumb so I wouldn't ask questions about my father's real will.
Margaret: Your father? What ridiculous lie are you telling now?
Clara: Charles Sterling was my biological father. And I have the certified DNA test results right here in my bag.
Margaret stepped back, her hand fluttering to her neck, nearly dropping her champagne glass onto the marble floor.
Arthur: You... you're lying! Father never had another child!
Clara: He had me before he ever met your mother, Arthur. He spent twenty years searching for me, and when he finally found me, he tried to put me in his will. But you two found out first.
Margaret: This is a nightmare... a complete setup!
Clara: The nightmare is just beginning for you, Margaret. Because tonight, the probate court freezing order takes effect.
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