The morning sun shone brightly across the white stone pillars of the massive luxury estate.
Clara adjusted her crisp white apron over her black uniform as she wiped the outdoor glass tables.
She had worked for the rich Vance family for nearly two years to support her younger brother.
The family was known throughout the state for their massive inheritance and booming real estate empire.
Clara always kept her head down and did her job without asking any extra questions.
However, she could not ignore the dark tension that had filled the house in recent weeks.
Victoria, the new stepmother, was constantly glaring at little baby Emma with cold contempt.
Clara walked toward the bright poolside patio carrying a stack of fresh white towels.
She saw Victoria standing right near the edge of the deep swimming pool.
Baby Emma was resting quietly in her black stroller right next to the water.
Victoria glanced around the quiet yard to see if anyone was watching her.
She placed her hand firmly on the handle of the stroller with a terrible look in her eyes.
Clara froze in absolute horror as she saw Victoria push the handle forward with sudden force.
The heavy stroller rolled right off the slippery marble edge and crashed into the deep pool.
Clara did not hesitate for even a single second as the water splashed high into the summer air.
She dropped her stack of towels and sprinted across the stone patio with all her strength.
Clara launched her body straight into the cold pool water to reach the sinking stroller.
She plunged deep under the surface as white bubbles swirled rapidly around her uniform.
The heavy stroller was sinking fast toward the dark bottom of the deep pool.
Clara kicked her feet hard and stretched her arms out to grasp the crying baby girl.
She unbuckled the small safety strap underwater with her trembling, ice-cold fingers.
Clara pulled tiny Emma tight against her chest and kicked back up toward the bright sunlight.
She broke through the surface of the pool, gasping frantically for air while holding the infant high.
Little Emma screamed out in terror, her small chest heaving against Clara's wet dress.
Clara scrambled onto the wet marble edge and laid the baby safely down on the warm stone.
She checked Emma's breathing with shaking hands while tears mixed with pool water on her cheeks.
Suddenly, Victoria began screaming at the top of her lungs toward the mansion's patio doors.
Victoria: She threw Emma in!
Clara: You pushed her!
Victoria: You crazy girl, you tried to drown my baby!
Clara stood up on the wet patio, shocked by the sudden evil lie coming from Victoria's mouth.