Evelyn: Equal share?! Half of this trust fund belongs to my children's future!
Andrew: My parents' will explicitly stated that if Maya were ever found alive, fifty percent of the primary trust fund would immediately revert to her name!
Evelyn: That will was written twenty years ago! It's outdated! It should be null and void!
Arthur: Actually, Mrs. Vance, the secondary clause of the Vance Family Trust explicitly mandates that the trust remains open for claims by missing heirs for thirty years from the date of creation.
Evelyn: You're supposed to be my family's lawyer, Arthur! Why are you taking her side?!
Arthur: I represent the Vance Family Estate, Mrs. Vance. Not your personal bank account. My legal duty is to uphold the founder's explicit instructions.
Evelyn's face twisted into a snarl as she turned back to Aria, stepping so close that her blue dress brushed against Aria's maid apron.
Evelyn: Where have you been for twenty years, huh? If you were alive, why didn't you come back sooner? Why wait until Andrew became a billionaire CEO?
Aria: Because I didn't remember who I was for fifteen years, Evelyn!
The hallway went completely quiet again as Aria stood up slowly, her body trembling with anger and pain[cite: 1].
Andrew: What happened to you after the car crash, Maya? Tell me the truth.
Aria: The current pulled me two miles downriver from the bridge. A couple who lived in a small cabin near the woods pulled me out of the water. I had severe head trauma and a fractured skull.
Andrew: Oh God... my poor little sister...
Aria: I woke up in a local clinic with no memory of my name, my family, or where I came from. The couple raised me as their own daughter and named me Aria.
Evelyn: Convenient story! Amnesia! Just like a cheap soap opera!
Aria: Look at my shoulder, Evelyn! Look at it!
Aria pulled down the collar of her black maid dress, revealing a thick, jagged white scar stretching from her neck down across her right shoulder blade.
Aria: The metal frame of the car tore through my shoulder when the window shattered under the water. The doctors had to put fourteen stitches in my skin without proper anesthesia because the local clinic was out of supplies!
Andrew covered his mouth with his hand, tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at the familiar scar.
Andrew: I remember that scar... I saw the glass cut you right before the car went over the guardrail. I tried to reach for your hand, but the water rushed in too fast...
Aria: I remembered nothing until six months ago when I had a high fever. The memories started coming back in pieces—the song, the blue swing, your face, and the name Vance.
Andrew: So you looked up the Vance family name in the city business directory?
Aria: Yes. I saw your picture on the cover of a business magazine. I saw that you were a wealthy CEO living in this palace. I was terrified that if I walked up to your front door claiming to be your dead sister, you would think I was a fraud after all these years.
Leo: That's why she applied for the maid job, Daddy! So she could be close to us and see if you were happy!
Andrew: You took a maid job in my house just to see if I was okay?
Aria: I just wanted to see my brother... I wanted to know if you had a good life. But when I saw how neglected your children were, I couldn't leave them.