Outside the front gates, Richard felt an unusual sensation of deep worry.
He had forgotten an important folder required for his morning business meeting.
He instructed his driver to turn the vehicle back toward the house.
The car pulled up the long driveway just minutes after the incident.
Richard stepped out of the vehicle and walked toward the entrance.
He unlocked the massive double doors and stepped into the tall foyer.
The sound of heavy sobbing immediately caught his attention in the hall.
He saw Clara kneeling on the checkered floor near the grand stairs.
She was holding baby Leo tightly and weeping without any control.
Richard dropped his leather briefcase onto the floor with a loud thud.
He rushed across the room toward his young distressed house maid.
He asked her frantically what had happened to his sweet baby boy.
Clara lifted her tear-streaked face and looked straight into his eyes.
Clara: She deliberately dropped the baby!
Richard froze completely as her terrible words filled the vast room.
He looked at Clara's serious face and knew she was telling truth.
A sudden wave of absolute horror washed over the wealthy father.
He looked up toward the upper balcony near the large hanging flag.
Victoria was standing near the wall with a pale, panicked expression.
She had not expected her husband to return home so quickly today.
Richard felt an intense wave of fury rising inside his heavy chest.
He stood up from the floor and marched toward the grand staircase.
His heavy shoes pounded firmly against the hard marble steps as he ran.
Victoria backed up slowly against the wall as he approached her fast.
Her hands trembled as she tried to compose her frantic face.
Richard reached the top floor and confronted his wife directly now.
The confrontation was about to explode into total dynamic anger.