Lady Eleanor walked slowly into her private office down the hall.
She unlocked a heavy wooden safe hidden inside the back wall.
She pulled out an old framed picture of a small young boy.
She brought the photo back out and showed it directly to Clara.
The little boy in the photograph had Arthur's exact blue eyes.
Clara gasped aloud when she saw the striking family resemblance.
Clara: He looks just like my husband did when he was young.
Lady Eleanor: I lost my son, but now his child is standing right here.
Julian: We should perform a formal DNA test to be absolutely certain.
Lady Eleanor: Look at him, Julian, no test is needed to see truth!
Clara: I still need a proper test before I believe any of this.
Clara wanted to protect her child from any crazy claims or lies.
She had struggled alone for months without any support from rich relatives.
Lady Eleanor looked down at her stained red silk gown in shame.
She remembered how cruelly she had treated Clara just minutes ago.
Lady Eleanor: I yelled at you and threatened to send you to jail.
Clara: You treated me like I was worth nothing at all.
Lady Eleanor: I was wrong, and I am so deeply sorry for my words.
Clara: An apology does not instantly fix how you acted toward me.
Julian stepped between them to keep the talk calm and focused.
Julian: We can arrange a private legal DNA test tomorrow morning.
Lady Eleanor: Whatever the cost, I will cover everything for my grandson.
Clara looked at her baby boy sleeping soundly in the front carrier.
Her whole world had completely flipped upside down in one hour.
She agreed to the test so her son could know his truth.