Arthur: What freezing order? What are you talking about, Clara?
Clara: Did you really think I spent three years cleaning this mansion just because I needed a job?
Margaret: You were homeless! We gave you a roof over your head and a salary!
Clara: You gave me five hundred dollars a week to sweep the rooms that legally belonged to me. I took the job to search this house.
Arthur: Search for what?
Clara: For the original handwritten codicil your father hid inside the study wall safe before you took him to the hospital.
Margaret's face turned completely red with rage, her fake composure breaking in front of her high-society friends.
Margaret: You breached our private safe? That is burglary! I will have you locked behind bars tonight!
Clara: I didn't breach anything. Your husband left me the combination inside the crest ring you're staring at right now.
Arthur: Mother... is this true? Did father actually make a codicil?
Margaret: Quiet, Arthur! Don't answer her!
Clara: He left fifty percent of the family business to me, along with the full ownership of this estate and the life insurance policy.
Margaret: You don't deserve a single dime! Charles built this empire with my family's money! You're just the daughter of a woman he forgot decades ago!
Clara: He never forgot my mother. He paid for her medical care until the day she passed, while you tried to drain his bank accounts behind his back.
Arthur: Clara, look, we can talk about this privately. We don't need to do this here in front of everyone.
Clara: Now you want to talk privately, Arthur? What happened to yelling at me to get back to the kitchen?
Arthur: I didn't know... I thought you were just... look, we can reach a financial settlement!
Margaret: We are settling nothing! She has no lawyer, no standing, and no power against our legal team!
Clara: I don't have a legal team, Margaret. But the state estate prosecutor does.
Margaret: Prosecutor? What are you talking about?
Clara: Look outside the main gates, Margaret. The police cars just pulled up.
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