The manager rushed over to the table with a worried look on his face.
He looked at the emotional embrace and then at Victoria’s furious expression.
Manager: Is everything alright over here, Mrs. Sterling?
Mrs. Sterling: Everything is fine, Harold.
Mrs. Sterling: In fact, this is the best day of my entire life.
Victoria stepped forward again, her face flushed red with bitter resentment.
Victoria: Harold, fire this girl immediately!
Victoria: She is harassing my grandmother and trying to steal from our estate!
Mrs. Sterling: Silence, Victoria!
Mrs. Sterling: Harold, please bring a glass of water for my daughter here.
The restaurant manager blinked in complete shock, looking at Maya’s waitress uniform.
Manager: Your… your daughter, Mrs. Sterling?
Mrs. Sterling: Yes, the daughter who was taken from my home twenty years ago.
Maya wiped a tear from her cheek as she listened to the old woman.
She pulled open the tiny clasp on the silver heart locket.
Inside was a tiny, faded picture of a baby next to a young mother in gold.
The woman in the old photograph looked exactly like Mrs. Sterling in her youth.
Victoria looked at the tiny photograph inside the locket and turned pale.
She knew that if Maya was legitimate, the massive Sterling trust fund belonged to her.
For five years, Victoria had been positioned as the sole heir to the Sterling estate.
The thought of losing her luxury mansion and monthly allowance filled her with rage.
Victoria: A picture in a lock proves nothing in a real court of law!
Victoria: We will get a DNA test before you give her a single penny!
Mrs. Sterling: We will do whatever legal steps are required, Victoria.
Mrs. Sterling: But in my heart, I already know the absolute truth.
Mrs. Sterling took Maya’s hand firmly and smiled through her tears.
Mrs. Sterling: What is your name, my sweet child?
Maya: My name is Maya, ma’am.
Mrs. Sterling: Your birth name was Clara, but Maya is beautiful too.
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