Ten minutes later, the door to the penthouse opened once again.
An elderly man in a gray suit walked in carrying a heavy leather briefcase.
It was Mr. Vance, the family's trusted lawyer for over twenty years.
He looked around the messy room and saw the spilled soup on carpet.
Mr. Vance: Eleanor, I came as fast as I could when you called.
Adrian: Mr. Vance, please tell me what is going on here.
Victoria: He is in on it too, Adrian, they are all plotting!
Mr. Vance: Silence, young lady, I answer only to the estate owner.
Mr. Vance opened his briefcase and pulled out an official sealed envelope.
He handed the envelope directly to Adrian with a solemn look on his face.
Mr. Vance: Read this original trust document signed by your late father.
Adrian broke the wax seal and pulled out the crisp white paper inside.
His eyes widened as he saw his father's bold signature at the bottom.
The paper proved that thirty percent of the fortune was set aside.
It was reserved for a daughter born in secret thirty years ago.
Adrian: Where is my sister now, Mr. Vance?
Mr. Vance: She has been living in this city without knowing her identity.
Victoria stepped forward, her expensive high heels clicking sharply on floor.
Victoria: It does not matter who she is, we have a prenup!
Victoria: Half of Adrian's share belongs to me once we marry next week!
Adrian looked at Victoria with utter disgust in his green eyes.
Adrian: Is that all you care about, Victoria, the money?
Victoria: We built this luxury life together, Adrian, you owe me!
Eleanor: She paid off the clinic to keep the records hidden, son.
Adrian turned back to his mother with deep surprise and confusion.
Adrian: What clinic records are you talking about, Mother?
Eleanor: The hospital records that reveal where your sister grew up.
Clara stood quietly near the bed, holding a ice pack to her burn.
Mr. Vance looked closely at Clara's face for the very first time.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old faded photograph.
He held the photo next to Clara's face and gasped in shock.
Mr. Vance: Good lord, Eleanor, look at her eyes and chin!
Eleanor: I already know, Vance, I recognized her weeks ago.
Adrian looked between the photograph and the young maid standing nearby.
The truth hit him like a lightning bolt in the middle of afternoon daylight.