Clara gasped in total surprise when the tall man spoke her name with such warmth.
She had never told anyone in this house her real childhood backstory or history.
Clara: How... how do you know my name, sir?
Arthur: You have your mother's eyes and the exact silver locket mark on your cheek.
Arthur dropped to his knees right onto the cold, wet marble tile beside her.
He did not care about his expensive custom suit touching the dirty wash water.
He reached out his trembling hands and gently touched Clara's wet face with pure tears.
Arthur: I have searched for you for eighteen years after the accident separated us.
Clara: Papa...? Is it really you after all these long years?
Tears spilled down Clara's cheeks as the sudden realization struck her very heart.
She remembered the voice from her early childhood that had sung to her every night.
Father and daughter hugged tightly on the wet floor as years of pain vanished instantly.
Victoria stood near the sofa with her mouth open in absolute shock and panic.
Her face went completely pale as she realized the horrifying reality unfolding before her.
Victoria: Arthur, this must be some kind of terrible mistake or mistake in identity!
Arthur: Shut your mouth, Victoria! Do not speak another word to me right now!
Arthur stood up slowly while holding his daughter's hand firmly in his own grip.
He turned toward Victoria with a fierce expression of burning rage and deep disgust.
Arthur: You knew I was looking for my long lost daughter all these years!
Victoria: I had no idea who she was when I hired her as a maid!
Arthur: You treated her like a servant and made her scrub floors on her hands!
Arthur looked at his daughter's reddened hands and saw the bruises on her wrist.
His chest heaved with pure anger as he looked back at his horrified wife.
Victoria: She was just an applicant from an agency, Arthur, please listen to me!
Arthur: You hired her three weeks ago and saw her birthmark every single day!