Evelyn: Neglected?! How dare you accuse me of neglecting my own sons in my own house!
Aria: You don't even know what allergy Sammy has, Evelyn! Last month you gave him peanut butter cookies, and if I hadn't used his EpiPen in time, he would have gone into anaphylactic shock!
Andrew: What?! Sammy had an allergic reaction last month?! Why wasn't I told about this?!
Evelyn: It... it was just a minor rash! The maid exaggerated everything!
Sammy: It wasn't a rash, Daddy! I couldn't breathe! Mommy Aria saved me and held my hand all night at the hospital!
Andrew: You hid a medical emergency involving my four-year-old son from me, Evelyn?!
Evelyn: You were in London signing a fifty-million-dollar acquisition deal! I didn't want to stress you out over a false alarm!
Andrew: My son's life is not a false alarm! You didn't tell me because you were at a fashion show in Paris while my son was in the emergency room!
Evelyn: I am a high-society woman! I have obligations to maintain our brand image!
Andrew: You care more about your image than your own children's lives! I have been blind for five years, but my eyes are completely open now!
Andrew turned toward Arthur, his voice cold and filled with steel determination.
Andrew: Arthur, draft divorce papers immediately. Cite gross negligence and emotional abandonment of our children.
Evelyn: You can't divorce me! I will take half of your entire net worth, your corporate stock, and full custody of the boys!
Arthur: Actually, Mrs. Vance, the prenuptial agreement you signed five years ago explicitly states that in the event of proven parental neglect documented by medical records, you forfeit all rights to spousal alimony and primary custody.
Evelyn: That prenup is invalid! I signed it under duress!
Arthur: You signed it in the presence of three independent corporate attorneys and your own father, Mrs. Vance. The court will uphold every single line.
Two medical technicians wearing blue scrubs walked into the hallway carrying small silver cases, followed by the estate security team.
Medical Tech: Mr. Vance? We are here from the central DNA diagnostic laboratory for the emergency testing.
Andrew: Right over here. I want a rush swab done for myself, my children, and my sister, Maya.
Evelyn: I am not letting you swab my children for some fake family test!
Andrew: They are my children, Evelyn! And you have no say in this house anymore. Guards, escort my wife to her private quarters until the legal paperwork is finalized.
Evelyn: Get your hands off me! Andrew, you are making the biggest mistake of your life!
The security guards respectfully stepped in front of Evelyn, blocking her path as she fumed with rage, her high heels clicking loudly as she was escorted down the corridor.
Andrew walked over to the medical technicians, pulling up his sleeve before turning to look at his sister with tears in his eyes[cite: 1].
Andrew: Maya... take off that maid apron. You are never wearing a uniform in this house again.