Clara: Is that a threat, Julian[cite: 1]? Are you threatening to use your money to take my children away from me[cite: 1]?
Julian: I'm not trying to take them away from you, Clara! I want us to be a family! I want to give them their rightful inheritance, their name, their home!
Clara: They already have a home[cite: 1]! It might be a small two-bedroom apartment, but it is filled with real love, not fake wealth and cruel secrets like your family mansion!
Veronica: Julian, you can't be serious! You can't actually bring these illegitimate street kids into the Vance family estate! What will your mother say?! What will the board of directors say?!
Julian: My mother is going to answer for what she did six years ago! And as for you, Veronica, take your things and leave this restaurant right now. We are done.
Veronica: You're dumping me for a former waitress and her bastard kids?! Have you lost your mind?!
Julian: Call them bastards one more time, and I will freeze your father's business credit lines before sunset today. Try me.
Veronica's eyes widened in sheer panic[cite: 1]. She stomped her high heels against the floor, spun around on her heel, and stormed out of the restaurant, slamming the glass door so hard the brass bell rattled loudly[cite: 1].
Julian: Clara... please sit down with me. Let me order food for the boys. Let me just talk to them for ten minutes.
Clara: No, Julian[cite: 1]. We are leaving[cite: 1].
Clara quickly gathered the crayons, placed them back inside her purse, and reached down to take both of her sons by their small hands[cite: 1].
Julian: You can't just walk out of my life again, Clara! I won't let you disappear a second time!
Clara: I'm not disappearing, Julian. I live right here in this city, working forty hours a week at a local accounting firm. I don't hide, and I don't run.
Julian: Then let me help you! You're working forty hours a week while I have millions sitting in bank accounts meant for my heirs! It makes no sense!
Clara: Money bought you a mother who lied to you, a fake fiancée who hated kids, and six years of empty loneliness[cite: 1]. My hard work bought me two sweet, honest boys who love me for who I am[cite: 1]. Keep your millions[cite: 1].
Toby: Mommy, are we going to get ice cream now?
Clara: Yes, baby[cite: 1]. We're going to get ice cream right now[cite: 1].
Julian stood in the middle of the restaurant aisle, watching helplessly as Clara walked past him toward the exit door, holding Leo and Toby tightly by their hands[cite: 1]. His heart felt like it was being ripped out of his chest[cite: 1]. He couldn't let her leave[cite: 1]. He reached into his suit jacket, pulled out his smartphone, and dialed his personal assistant's emergency number[cite: 1].
Julian: Mark? Listen to me very carefully. Cancel all my meetings for the rest of the month. Call our chief legal council and tell him to prepare a full custody acknowledgment filing immediately.
Mark: Mr. Vance? Is everything alright, sir? You sound shaken.
Julian: I just found my sons, Mark. Twin boys. And I'm going to spend every single dollar I own to prove to their mother that I am worthy of being their father.
Mark: Understood, sir. Should I notify your mother at the estate?
Julian: No. I am going to handle my mother personally right now.