Evelyn: Divorce?! You would threaten our marriage over a maid you met three months ago?!
Andrew: She isn't just a maid if she's my sister! And you've spent the last three years treating everyone in this house like garbage!
Evelyn: I am the mistress of this palace! I run this estate!
Andrew: You don't run anything! My father's trust fund pays for this house, and I am the sole trustee of the estate!
Evelyn: You wouldn't have this estate without my father's business connections, Andrew! Don't you dare forget that!
Andrew: Your father's connections didn't build my company, Evelyn! I built it with my own hands while you spent my money on designer clothes and luxury trips!
Leo and Sammy pulled closer to Aria, burying their small faces in her lap as the argument grew louder[cite: 1]. Aria wrapped her arms around both boys, gently stroking their hair[cite: 1].
Aria: Please... don't fight in front of the children. They've been through enough stress already today.
Andrew: Look at how she cares for them, Evelyn. She cares more about their feelings than you ever have.
Evelyn: Because she's playing a role! She's a gold digger who figured out your family history and infiltrated our home!
Andrew: How could she figure out a lullaby that was never written down, Evelyn?! Tell me! How could anyone outside our family know those exact words?!
Evelyn: She... she must have found an old diary or an audio tape in your parents' attic!
Aria: There were no tapes, Evelyn. Our mother used to sit at the edge of our beds every night in the old farmhouse before the fire destroyed everything.
Andrew: The old farmhouse... You remember the farmhouse in Vermont?
Aria: I remember the blue tire swing in the backyard, Andrew. I remember how you fell off the branch and broke your left wrist when you were nine years old.
Andrew gasped, his hand instinctively reaching up to touch the faint scar on his left wrist.
Andrew: Nobody knows about that scar... I told everyone in high society it was a sports injury from college.
Aria: You cried for two hours until Dad brought you to the emergency clinic in his old red pickup truck.
Andrew: Maya... Oh my God, Maya... It really is you!
Tears welled up in Andrew's eyes as he pulled his little sister into a fierce, desperate embrace, holding her as if she might disappear again[cite: 1].
Evelyn: This is a setup! It has to be a setup! Arthur! Arthur, get in here right now!
The family attorney, Arthur, stepped into the hallway from the side study, holding a thick leather briefcase under his arm.
Arthur: I am already here, Mrs. Vance. I heard everything from the office.
Evelyn: Arthur! Tell my husband that this woman cannot claim any right to the Vance family trust fund without a legal DNA test!
Arthur: Legally speaking, Mrs. Vance, a certified DNA match would be required to amend the estate registry. However, as sole trustee, Andrew has full authority to manage property access and personal disbursements as he sees fit.
Andrew: Arthur, call the private medical lab right now. I want a rush paternity and sibling DNA panel done today.
Arthur: I will have the mobile phlebotomy team here within thirty minutes, sir.
Evelyn: And what if the test comes back positive, Andrew?! What are you going to do then?! Give her half of our children's inheritance?!
Andrew: If she is my sister, she is entitled to her equal share of our parents' estate, which you have been spending like water for five years!