Evelyn: Get these filthy cuffs off me! Do you know how much this dress cost?!
Marshal: Orange prison jumpsuits are significantly cheaper, ma'am. Keep moving toward the exit.
Arthur: Good riddance. The estate hasn't felt this peaceful in over a decade.
Young Boy: Can we finally open the real medical records now, Arthur?
Arthur: Absolutely, buddy. Let's head into the study and look over the official foundation audit.
The remaining guests slowly began to disperse, whispering among themselves about the historic corporate downfall.
Guest: I always knew something was rotten with her financial restructuring plans.
Guest: Three million dollars from a children's charity... she deserves every year she gets.
Arthur: Let's make sure the press gets copies of the security footage before evening broadsheets go to print.
Young Boy: I already uploaded a backup copy to the federal prosecutor's cloud portal.
Arthur: Smart kid. You'll make a phenomenal corporate lawyer one day.
The afternoon sun poured brilliantly through the tall stained-glass windows, washing away the lingering shadows of corruption.
Young Boy: Do you think she'll try to appeal the verdict from prison?
Arthur: With high-definition video evidence of her assaulting a child and embezzling funds? Not a chance.
Young Boy: Then the family trust is finally safe for everyone who actually needs it.
Arthur: Safely locked away and fully restored to its rightful beneficiaries.
The grandfather clock continued its steady ticking, marking the absolute dawn of a brand-new, honest era.
Arthur: Let's go tell the trustees the good news downstairs.
Young Boy: Lead the way. Justice was finally served today.