Ethan took three large steps into the bright high-ceiling master suite.
His face was pale with sudden shock and deep rising anger.
Ethan: What in God's name is happening in this house right now?
Clara: Ethan! Thank goodness you came back early from your office!
Victoria: Ethan, do not listen to a single word she says!
Clara: She held a hot clothes iron right over your son's face!
Victoria: That is a complete and disgusting lie created by this maid!
Clara: I had to physically pull the iron out of her hands!
Victoria: She dropped the iron herself because she is careless and clumsy!
Ethan looked down at the hot appliance resting against the marble floor.
A faint smell of heat still rose into the air of the room.
He saw his infant son sobbing uncontrollably against Clara's chest frame.
He saw the red marks on Victoria's wrist where Clara had pulled her.
Ethan reached out and took his small son safely into his arms.
He handed the crying child to a secondary nurse standing outside quickly.
Then he turned around to face his wife with cold dark eyes.
Ethan: Tell me the absolute truth right now, Victoria.
Victoria: I was ironing my dress! Clara rushed in like a lunatic!
Ethan: Clara has worked for honest families for over ten whole years.
Victoria: So you trust a hired domestic worker over your own wife?
Ethan: I trust the safety of my son above everything else on earth!
Victoria: You are accusing me of something horrible without any real proof!
Clara: Check her phone! She was recording a video on her screen!
Victoria's expression changed instantly from defensive anger to sudden panic.
She pulled her hand back and tried to hide her smartphone quickly.
Ethan stepped forward with long decisive strides toward his terrified wife.
Ethan: Give me that phone right now, Victoria!
Victoria: No! You have no legal right to touch my personal property!
Ethan grabbed the phone from her hands before she could delete files.