Victoria: What are you talking about, Julian? The entire inheritance belongs to my husband and me! My lawyer confirmed the estate distribution months ago!
Julian: Your lawyer saw a preliminary draft. He never saw the binding family trust fund that my father locked away before he passed.
Clara: Julian, please... we don't want any trouble. I will just take Lily and pack our things.
Julian: Stay right where you are, Clara. Nobody is kicking you out of this house today.
Victoria: Are you out of your mind?! You're taking the side of a maid over your own family brother-in-law? She doesn't even have a proper contract!
Julian: That's where you're wrong, Victoria. She has something far more important than a contract. She has a bloodline.
Victoria stopped dead in her tracks, her face draining of color as Julian pulled a thick leather-bound binder from beneath his arm.
Victoria: What... what bloodline? She's just a hired girl from town!
Julian: Clara came here five years ago to work because she needed money for Lily's care. But my father knew exactly who she was the day he hired her.
Clara: What do you mean, Mr. Julian? Your father hired me through an agency after my mother passed away.
Julian: Your mother’s name was Eleanor, wasn't it, Clara?
Clara: Yes... Eleanor Vance. How do you know that?
Julian: Because Eleanor Vance was my father's legal first wife before she vanished thirty years ago under very suspicious circumstances. You aren't just an employee, Clara. You are my half-sister, and the rightful heir to half of this estate.
Victoria: Lies! Absolute lies! She’s an imposter trying to steal our money!
Julian: I have the verified DNA test and the signed trust agreement right here in my hand.
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