Arthur turned his head toward Clara with soft, gentle eyes.
Arthur: What name did the orphanage give to you, my dear?
Clara: They named me Clara, but the medallion has initials on the back.
Arthur reached out with a shaking hand to flip the medal over.
Engraved on the silver back were the clear initials C.E.P.
Arthur: Clara Elizabeth Pendelton... your true mother chose that name.
Tears welled up in Clara's eyes as the truth finally settled in.
She had spent her whole life wondering why she was left behind.
Clara: I kept this necklace through every foster home I lived in.
Arthur: The man who broke into my home decades ago was never found.
Arthur looked over his shoulder directly at Damon's pale face.
Arthur: But today I recognize the old family lawyer's signature on your papers.
Damon shifted his weight uncomfortably near the head of the table.
Damon: That was decades ago, Arthur, before I took control.
Arthur: Your father arranged that adoption to take my family's share!
The room exploded into shocked gasps from the wealthy dinner guests.
Damon: That is an absurd accusation with zero legal proof!
Arthur: The financial audit papers are already in my attorney's office.
Clara stepped closer to the elderly man who was her real father.
Clara: Is all of this really true?
Arthur: Yes, my child... you were stolen to break my spirit.