The second-floor nursery was quiet and smelled strongly of liquid soap.
Row of small white cribs lined the walls under pale blue lighting.
In the far corner, a small baby boy was lying alone without any blankets.
Arthur walked toward the corner with slow, unsteady footsteps.
He looked down into the crib and saw a tiny infant with dark curly hair.
The baby looked exactly like Arthur's late wife when she was young.
Tears welled up in the wealthy man's eyes as he reached out his fingers.
The little boy wrapped his tiny hand right around Arthur's index finger.
Mr. Vericci: It is him... I can feel it in my heart.
Richard: The quick lab results just arrived on my secure phone, Arthur.
Mr. Vericci: Read the results to me right now!
Richard: The child in the maid's arms is not your biological heir.
Richard: And the child in this crib is a ninety-nine percent DNA match to you.
Arthur fell to his knees beside the crib and sobbed quietly into his hands.
He had spent three weeks giving his love to the wrong child while his real son was alone.
At the same time, he realized that both infants were completely innocent in this mess.
Elena walked over and looked down at the tiny baby boy in the crib.
Elena: He has your wife's soft smile, Mr. Vericci.
Mr. Vericci: I almost lost him forever because of a corrupt hospital administration.
Richard: We will file a lawsuit against Saint Jude Hospital before sunset.
Director: We only followed normal procedure when the hospital dropped him off!
Mr. Vericci: You kept a child in a cold room while knowing his family was searching!
Arthur picked up his biological son and held him tightly against his dark jacket.
The little boy sighed softly and immediately closed his eyes in peace.
Arthur looked back at Elena, who was holding her sister's child gently.
He realized that his life was changed forever by this young woman's bravery.
If she had stayed silent out of fear, he would never have known the truth.
Mr. Vericci: We are all going back to my house together right now.