Dr. Vance: I see my lost experiment found his way onto your lovely terrace.
Arthur: He is a human child, Victor. Not an experiment!
Dr. Vance: He is a biological miracle capable of curing terminal diseases, Lord Arthur! His blood is worth billions!
Arthur: You exploited an orphaned child for your own greed!
Dr. Vance: I gave him a home! I fed him! In return, he helped my high-paying clients regain their health!
Leo shrank back into the bench, clutching the blanket tightly around his chest as he stared at Dr. Vance in terror.
Leo: You hurt me... you made me heal people until I fainted!
Dr. Vance: Be quiet, boy! You don't speak unless spoken to!
Arthur: Do not raise your voice to my guest under my roof, Victor!
Dr. Vance: Lord Arthur, look at yourself! You were paralyzed for twelve years, trapped in a leather chair!
Arthur: And the boy gave me back my legs out of his own free will, not through force!
Dr. Vance: That child belongs to Paragon Genetics! His mother signed a custody waiver before she died!
Arthur: A forged waiver signed while she was unconscious in your ICU unit!
Dr. Vance’s confident smile faltered for a fraction of a second before he recovered his composure.
Dr. Vance: You can't prove a single word of that in a court of law, Arthur.
Arthur: I don't need to prove it in court today, Victor. Because I own sixty percent of your company's board seats.
Dr. Vance: What are you talking about?
Arthur: My family trust funded your initial research ten years ago. Check your corporate bylaws, Victor.