Chloe: Mark, calm down! You're completely misunderstanding what just happened!
Mark: Misunderstanding?! Look at her arm, Chloe! Look at what you just did to my seven-year-old child!
Chloe: I didn't burn her! She was playing with my gold lighter on the vanity while I was taking a bath!
Chloe: I tried to grab it out of her hands before she hurt herself, and the flame accidentally brushed her skin!
Maya: That's not true! She took the lighter out of her robe pocket!
Maya: She said she was going to burn me if I didn't tell you to sign the trust fund paper!
Mark froze, his face turning gray as he turned his head slowly toward his daughter.
Mark: What paper, Maya? What is she talking about?
Maya: The white paper on her desk... She said if I didn't tell you to give her the trust fund, she would burn my dress!
Chloe: She's lying, Mark! She's making up stories because she hates me!
Chloe: You know how kids lie when they get caught doing something bad! She's trying to manipulate you!
Sarah: She is not lying, Mr. Vance! I saw everything with my own eyes!
Chloe: You keep out of this, Sarah! I will have you fired and blacklisted from every estate in Dallas by nightfall!
Sarah: Fire me if you want, Mrs. Vance, but I won't stay quiet while you torture a little girl!
Sarah: I stepped into the bathroom to bring fresh towels and saw Mrs. Vance holding Maya by the arm.
Sarah: She had the lighter lit and was pressing the flame closer and closer to Maya's arm, forcing her to agree to her demands!
Mark: You sadistic monster...
Chloe: Mark, don't listen to this housemaid! She's bitter because I docked her pay last week for breaking a crystal glass!
Chloe: She's conspiring with Maya to get me kicked out of this house so she can get a raise!
Mark: Sarah has been taking care of Maya since the day my late wife passed away! She would die for this girl!
Mark: But you... you've been married to me for six months, and all you've done is ask about my estate, my life insurance, and Maya's trust!
Chloe: That's absurd! I married you because I loved you!
Mark: Then why did you ask my lawyer about the inheritance clause three days ago?!
Chloe: I was just planning for our family's future! Is it a crime to want financial security?!
Mark: Demanding my child's trust fund at the point of a flame is a crime, Chloe!
Mark pulled out his cell phone from his tuxedo jacket, his thumb hovering over the dial screen.
Chloe: Who are you calling?!
Mark: I'm calling the police and an ambulance right now.
Chloe: Mark, no! Think about your reputation! Think about the family business!
Chloe: If the press finds out police cars are at our Dallas estate, the company stock will plunge!
Mark: I don't care about the company stock, Chloe! I care about my daughter's life!
Chloe: You can't call the cops on your own wife over a minor mark on her arm!
Mark: Watch me.
Mark pressed the phone to his ear as Chloe lunged across the bathroom to grab his wrist, but Mark shoved her away so hard she tumbled onto the marble floor.
Chloe: You will regret this, Mark! You have no proof!
Mark: We'll see about that when the medical team inspects her burn.
Maya wrapped her small arms around Sarah's waist, sobbing softly into her apron as Mark spoke to the emergency dispatcher, unaware that Chloe had a far darker secret hidden inside her vanity drawer.