Sabrina: You're going to call the police on my family over a maid's crazy story?!
Tyler: This isn't just a story, Sabrina! Look at Lily's face! Look at her birthmark!
Tyler: She has the exact same golden mark behind her right ear that I've had since birth!
Sabrina: Birthmarks mean nothing! Millions of people have birthmarks!
Tyler: Hannah, where have you been living for the last five years?
Hannah: In the servant quarters behind the garage, Tyler.
Hannah: Sabrina’s father told me if I ever tried to talk to you or show you Lily, he would sue me and have social services take Lily away.
Tyler: He threatened to take my daughter away from her mother?!
Hannah: I had no choice, Tyler! I was twenty-two years old, completely broke, and my mother was dying of kidney failure.
Hannah: They paid for her dialysis treatment in exchange for my total silence.
Sabrina: It was a legal settlement! She signed the agreement and took the money for her mother's care!
Tyler: You blackmailed a grieving mother with her own sick parent's life, Sabrina?! What kind of monster are you?!
Sabrina: I did what was necessary to protect our future! My father built a corporate empire, and we weren't going to let some low-class girl destroy our family name!
Hannah: I didn't care about your empire, Sabrina!
Hannah: But last month, when my mother passed away, I knew I couldn't keep lying to my daughter. Lily kept asking why she didn't have a father.
Lily: Mommy told me my daddy was a brave man... she said he loved us very much...
Tyler felt a hot tear slip down his cheek as he squeezed Lily closer to his heart.
The amnesia that had haunted him for six years suddenly felt like a heavy fog lifting from his mind.
Tyler: Hannah... the blue house near the marina... the wooden porch swing where we watched the sunset... do you remember?
Hannah stopped crying, her eyes opening wide as she stared at him in utter disbelief.
Hannah: Tyler... you remember the porch swing?
Tyler: I remember the song you used to sing when you cooked breakfast... I remember the silver ring I gave you before I went out on the boat...
Sabrina: No! No, no, no! You have permanent amnesia! The doctors said your memory loss was permanent!
Tyler: My memory is coming back, Sabrina. Seeing my daughter... feeling her small hands... it snapped everything right back into place.
Sabrina: This is a nightmare! We're getting married in thirty minutes! The media, the Dallas mayor, and news networks are waiting at the church!
Tyler: There is no wedding, Sabrina. The engagement is officially over.
Sabrina: You can't cancel this wedding! If you walk away, my father will pull his ten-million-dollar credit line from your company! Your family business will go bankrupt by Friday!
Tyler: I don't care about the credit line. I don't care if I have to sell this mansion and every car in the garage.
Tyler: I will never marry a woman who struck my child's mother with a stick!
At that moment, the double doors at the end of the grand hall swung open.
A tall, grey-haired man in a dark tailored tuxedo walked in, flanked by two corporate security guards.
It was Arthur Vance, Sabrina's wealthy father.
Arthur: What is going on in here?! Why are the security gates closed, Tyler? The guests are backing up onto the main road!
Sabrina: Dad! Thank God you're here! Hannah broke into the main hall and told Tyler everything about Galveston!
Arthur froze in his tracks, his eyes darting from Hannah’s bruised shoulder to the little girl held tightly in Tyler's arms.
His calm, arrogant expression immediately turned dark and menacing.
Arthur: Hannah, I thought we had an understanding. You were given employment, housing, and medical funding for your mother in exchange for your total discretion.
Hannah: My mother is dead, Mr. Vance! And your daughter just struck me with a hockey stick in front of my child!
Arthur: Sabrina, did you touch this maid?
Sabrina: She spilled water on my veil, Dad! She was being disrespectful!
Arthur: You foolish girl! I told you to keep her far away from the main house until after the marriage certificate was recorded downtown!
Tyler: So you admit it, Arthur?! You knew all along that Hannah was carrying my child while I was lying in a hospital bed!
Arthur: Tyler, be reasonable. You were a twenty-two-year-old boy with no memory, no degree, and a failing family business. I structured a deal that saved your life and built you into a corporate success.
Tyler: You didn't save my life, Arthur! You stole six years of my daughter's childhood from me!
Arthur: Look around you, boy! This marble hall, your multi-million-dollar trust, your position as CEO—my money bought all of that! Without my backing, you're nothing but a broke kid from the coast!
Tyler: I would rather work three jobs on a coastal dock than spend another second tied to your corrupt family!
Arthur: If you step out of this hall without marrying my daughter, I will call the bank right now and foreclose on your business. You will lose every asset you own by sunset.