Arthur: Wait... is she our daughter?
Emma: Do not say 'our'. She is mine.
Arthur: We were together sixteen years ago, Emma.
Emma: And then you kicked me out of the penthouse.
Arthur: I didn't know you were pregnant!
Emma: I sent you three letters. I left voicemails. You blocked my number.
Arthur: My assistant screened my calls. I was launching a global firm.
Emma: You were marrying a socialite because her family had political connections.
Arthur: That was a business decision. It had nothing to do with you.
Emma: It had everything to do with me. You left me with nothing.
Arthur: Look at her, Emma. She has my eyes.
Emma: She has my resilience. You gave her nothing but genetics.
Chloe: Mom? What is he talking about?
Emma: It is okay, Chloe. Stay on the floor. Let the paramedics look at your cheek.
Arthur: I demand a paternity test.
Emma: You are not getting near her. You lost that right fifteen years ago.
Arthur: If she is my biological child, she is the sole heir to this entire estate.
Emma: We don't want your money, Arthur. We never did.
Arthur: You are a catering maid. You need my money.
Emma: I work three jobs so I don't have to depend on monsters like you.
Arthur: I can give her everything. Private schools, luxury cars, a trust fund.
Emma: You just hit her in the face because she stood in your way.
Arthur: That was a misunderstanding. I didn't know she was mine.
Emma: That is exactly the point! You treat people like trash unless they belong to you.
Arthur: I am calling my legal team. I will file for full custody tomorrow.
Emma: Try it. No judge is going to give a child to a man who abuses minors in public.
Arthur: I have the best lawyers in the country. I own the judges in this city.
Emma: You are delusional.
Arthur: I will bury you in paperwork, Emma. You will never see her again.