Arthur did not waste another single minute before picking up his desk phone.
He called his top corporate lawyer and ordered him to meet at the mansion immediately.
Within twenty minutes, a sleek black car pulled up to the main front gates.
A sharply dressed attorney named Richard walked into the bright living room.
He opened his leather briefcase and spread several legal documents across the table.
Richard: Mr. Vericci, swapping infants in a city hospital is a major felony crime.
Mr. Vericci: I do not care about the legal mess, I just want my real son back!
Elena: The child was sent to the Hope Valley Children's Center downtown.
Elena: They claimed my sister's unpaid medical bills forced them to place him there.
Arthur looked at his attorney with determination and deep anger.
Mr. Vericci: Call the head of that facility right now and get my car ready.
Richard: We need a DNA test before we make any public legal demands, sir.
Mr. Vericci: Do the test instantly, but we are driving to that center today!
A private doctor was rushed into the house to take quick cheek swabs from the baby.
Arthur insisted on riding in the back seat with Elena and the child.
He watched how gently Elena held the small infant during the entire journey.
The child was completely peaceful as long as Elena was right beside him.
Arthur realized that the young maid had saved the baby from constant agony.
The baby missed his actual biological bloodline without anyone understanding why.
After a thirty-minute drive, the black luxury car stopped outside a dark brick building.
The sign near the front door read Hope Valley Center For Children.
Arthur pushed through the front doors with his lawyer and security detail behind him.
An older woman wearing silver glasses walked out from a small side office.
Director: Can I help you gentlemen with something today?
Mr. Vericci: You have a three-week-old baby boy who was brought here from Saint Jude.
Director: Sir, adoption records are strictly private under state law.
Richard: My client is Arthur Vericci, and this is a matter of child kidnapping.
The director turned pale and immediately stepped back toward her office desk.
She realized that fighting against a powerful billionaire was a massive mistake.
Director: Please follow me to the infant nursery on the second floor.
Arthur's heart pounded like a hammer as he walked up the cold concrete stairs.
He was about to see his true biological child for the very first time.