Arthur did not wait a single minute to check the truth.
He called his driver to bring the car to the front door.
Clara sat in the back of the dark luxury vehicle in silence.
They drove through the rainy streets to her tiny apartment downtown.
The small room was located on the third floor of an old building.
Clara opened her squeaky wooden door and turned on the bright bulb.
She walked over to her closet and reached for a dusty box.
Arthur watched every single move she made with tense dark eyes.
She placed the small metal box right onto her kitchen table.
Inside lay a faded yellow paper and one old blurry photograph.
Arthur reached down and picked up the photograph with shaking hands.
The photo showed a young woman lying in a white hospital bed.
She held a tiny newborn baby wrapped in a yellow blanket.
On her thin wrist was the same silver sapphire bracelet ring.
Arthur: This is my Elena.
Tears began to roll down Arthur's old rough cheeks.
Clara: Is that really my biological mother?
Arthur: Yes, this is without a single doubt my wife.
Arthur picked up the faded yellow paper beneath the photograph.
It was an official hospital note written in blue ink.
The note was signed by a physician named Doctor Richard Vance.
Arthur: Richard Vance was my closest family friend back then.
Clara: What does the note say at the bottom, sir?
Arthur: It says the child must be hidden away immediately.
Clara gasped in shock and sat down on her wooden chair.
Clara: Why would a doctor hide a healthy newborn baby?
Arthur: Because someone paid him to make sure I had no heir.
Leo: Who would do something so terrible to our family?
Arthur: My stepbrother Harold was next in line for the company.
Arthur folded the old note and put it in his coat pocket.
Arthur: If Elena had a living daughter, Harold lost half the fortune.
Clara: So he lied to you about my death?
Arthur: He made me believe both my wife and child were gone.
Arthur: He stole ten years of our lives together for money.
Clara felt tears falling hot and fast down her own face.
Clara: I grew up thinking nobody wanted me at all.
Arthur reached out and pulled Clara into a tight hug.
Arthur: You were wanted every single second of every day.