Julian: Explain the crash, Mom. Dad always refused to talk about that night.
Evelyn: It was December. The roads were pure ice. I was driving back from the family estate in Massachusetts.
Clara: I grew up in foster homes across Massachusetts. Moving every two years because nobody wanted to adopt a sick kid.
Evelyn: Sick? Were you hurt in the accident?
Clara: The scar on my shoulder was from the shattered window glass. I had surgery when I was eight months old.
Evelyn: The hospital... someone must have rescued you from the wreck and dropped you at the emergency room without giving their name.
Julian: And you never checked the nearby orphanages?
Evelyn: We hired the top legal team and private investigator in Boston! They told us the river current was too strong. They said no infant could survive!
Clara: So you wrote me off as dead and moved into your luxury life while I lived on government hand-outs.
Evelyn: Clara, please... let me hold your hand.
Clara: Don't come near me! You slapped my face three minutes ago!
Julian: Mom, don't move a single inch toward her.
Evelyn: I will give you everything! The entire estate, the family trust, the beach house... it's all yours!
Clara: I don't want your money! I wanted a family! I wanted a mother who wasn't full of pure malice!
Julian: What does this mean for us, Clara?
Clara: Julian... we can't get married. We're brother and sister.
Julian slumped against the altar, burring his face in his hands as heavy sobs shook his shoulders.
Julian: God... I loved you. We planned our whole life together.
Clara: We didn't know, Julian. We met at the hospital where I worked and you were volunteering. How could we have known?
Evelyn: It's my fault... all my fault. If I had opened my heart instead of protecting my bank account...
Clara: You ruined everything long before today, Evelyn. You judged me because I wore simple clothes and didn't have a wealthy family background.
Evelyn: I can fix this! We can hire the best lawyers to handle the paperwork, amend the family trust, announce you as the rightful Vance heir!
Clara: You think money fixes a torn dress and a slapped face?
Evelyn: I'll buy you a hundred dresses! I'll buy you the whole bridal boutique!
Clara: You still don't get it. You really don't get it at all.