Before Victoria could step toward Sarah, the heavy double front doors slammed wide open.
Mark Sterling marched into the room, holding a brown leather briefcase in his hand.
He had returned home early from the office to grab forgotten court documents.
The sight of his wife screaming and the nanny holding his sobbing son stopped him short.
Mark: What is going on in here?! Why is Leo crying like that?
Victoria immediately softened her expression and forced tears into her eyes.
Victoria: Mark, thank goodness you are home! This crazy maid just attacked me!
Sarah shook her head rapidly, her eyes filled with honest desperation.
Sarah: That is a lie, Mr. Sterling! Look at the iron on that table!
Mark looked over at the steaming iron sitting right beside the baby's chair.
His face grew pale as he realized how close it was to his son.
Mark: Victoria... what were you doing with a hot iron near the baby?
Victoria: I was just pressing my silk scarf! She misconstrued everything and tackled me!
Sarah: She was holding it right over his little face, sir!
Mark stepped closer to his wife, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
He looked into Victoria's eyes and saw the subtle deceit he had ignored for years.
Mark: How could you do something so terrible to our own child?
Victoria: Are you really going to believe a low-level worker over your own wife?
Mark: I believe the terror in my son's voice!
Mark pointed a stern finger toward the wide front entry doors.
Mark: Get out of my house right now before I have you arrested!
Victoria gasped, her pride shattered into a million tiny pieces right then.
She grabbed her designer purse and stomped out of the estate in anger.
Mark turned toward Sarah, his hands trembling with overwhelming emotional pain.
Mark: Thank you for saving him, Sarah. I am so deeply sorry.