Within two hours, two senior attorneys and a private investigator arrived at the Dallas mansion. Spread across the massive oak table in the dining room were land deeds, old bank transfers, and original trust certificates bearing Edward Sterling's signature.
Arthur Vance: Look at this clause right here in Section 4, Rafael. Edward specifically set aside forty-five percent of the primary holdings for any legitimate offspring born to Eleanor Vance.
Rafael: And Victoria suppressed this document?
Arthur Vance: The signature on the concealment waiver matches Mrs. Sterling's handwriting from 2004. She redirected the trust dividends into a private holding account.
Maya: How much money was redirected?
Arthur Vance: Over the last twenty years? Including interest and real estate growth... roughly thirty-eight million dollars.
Maya: Thirty-eight million?! My mom couldn't even pay her monthly medical bills...
Rafael: She suffered because of pure greed.
Victoria walked down the stairs, carrying two designer suitcases, accompanied by her defense lawyer who had just arrived at the house.
Victoria's Lawyer: My client will not be answering any questions today. We will address these allegations in civil court.
Rafael: Make sure she leaves the house keys and the access cards on the counter.
Victoria: You're throwing away ten years of marriage for a girl you met six months ago!
Rafael: I'm throwing away ten years of marriage for the sister you tried to erase!
Victoria: She was nobody! Just a maid's daughter!
Maya: I was her daughter! And she was ten times the woman you will ever be!
Victoria: Enjoy your newfound fortune, little girl. Let's see how long you survive in our world.
Rafael: She'll survive just fine, Victoria. Because unlike you, she actually belongs here.
Victoria glared at Maya one last time before her attorney escorted her out through the heavy mahogany front doors.
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