Arthur stared down at Clara and his son with total disbelief in his eyes.
He had hired Clara three months ago to clean the upper rooms of his mansion.
She had always been quiet and kept her distance from the main family members.
Arthur: Why did you run to the staff, Leo?
Leo kept his face buried deep into Clara's neck while sniffling quietly.
Victoria rushed over and tried to pull the boy away by his shoulders.
Victoria: This is completely unacceptable behavior for an event like this!
Leo held on tighter to Clara's shirt and refused to move an inch away.
Leo: She sings Mommy's song...
Arthur froze in place the moment those words left his small son's mouth.
His late wife Ellen used to sing a private lullaby to Leo every single night.
No one outside their immediate household had ever heard that specific song before.
Arthur looked down at Clara with a sudden sense of deep shock and curiosity.
Arthur: How do you know that song?
Clara kept her hand gently resting on the back of Leo's soft hair.
Her hands trembled as she looked up into Arthur's cold brown eyes.
Clara: I know it because Ellen sang it to me when we were younger.
A collective gasp echoed across the high walls of the silent ballroom room.
Victoria narrowed her eyes and took a step closer toward Clara with anger.
Victoria: She is lying to get attention and money from your rich family, Arthur!
Arthur: Quiet down, Victoria. Let her speak right now.
Clara took a deep breath as more tears fell down her soft cheeks.
She adjusted her position on the marble floor to shield the frightened boy.
Clara: Ellen was my older sister before your family separated us years ago.
Arthur felt the room spin as he tried to process her heavy words.
He remembered Ellen talking about a lost sister who went missing during childhood adoption.
Arthur: Prove what you are saying right now in front of everyone.