Caleb: Stay completely still, Clara. Don't try to sit up yet.
Clara: Is our baby okay, Caleb? Please tell me the baby is okay!
Caleb: You landed right on top of my chest, sweetheart. My arms took the entire force of the impact. Just breathe slowly for me.
Clara: I can't breathe... my stomach feels so tight...
Caleb: Operator! My pregnant wife just survived a fall from a second-story indoor balcony! Send an ambulance to the Sterling estate in Highland Park immediately!
Dispatcher: Sir, stay calm. Is she conscious? Is she bleeding?
Caleb: She's conscious and breathing, but she's in severe shock! Hurry!
Caleb cradled Clara's head against his chest, feeling her tears soak right through his white dress shirt[cite: 1]. He looked up toward the balcony railing where a shadowed figure stepped slowly into the bright Texas sunlight[cite: 1].
Victoria: Oh my goodness! Caleb! Is she alive?!
Caleb: Get down here right now, Victoria!
Victoria: I tried to grab her hand, Caleb! She tripped over her own long dress while watering the hanging plants!
Clara: She's lying... Caleb, she's lying!
Caleb: Shh, Clara, save your strength. Don't exert yourself.
Clara: She walked up behind me while I was looking at the flag artwork... she whispered that I would never give birth to a Sterling heir... and then she shoved me over!
Victoria: That's absurd! Why would I ever push my own stepdaughter-in-law?! She's hysterical from the fall, David! She's making up stories!
Victoria hurried down the winding marble staircase, her expensive silk dress swishing against the steps. She squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to summon forced tears as she approached them on the floor.
Victoria: Let me hold her head, Caleb. I was a nurse twenty years ago...
Caleb: Don't you dare touch her!
Victoria: Caleb! How can you speak to me like that after such a horrific accident?!
Caleb: If you step one inch closer to my wife, Victoria, I swear to God I won't wait for the police to handle this.
Victoria: Police?! You called the police on me?!
Caleb: Clara has never lied to me a single day in her life. If she says you pushed her, then you pushed her.
Victoria: She's a penniless schoolteacher who married you for your estate trust! She wants to frame me so you'll cut off my monthly allowance!
Clara: I don't care about your money, Victoria... I just wanted a family...
Caleb: You hear that? She never cared about the money. But you do. You've been terrified ever since the doctor confirmed we were having a boy.
Victoria: That is an absolute lie! I welcomed her into this family with open arms!
Caleb: You welcomed her by cutting her out of family photos and trying to rewrite my father's will while he was on his deathbed!
The distant sound of sirens wailed through the warm morning air, growing louder as the emergency vehicles sped down the gated driveway.
Victoria: Caleb, think about the Sterling family reputation! If the Dallas media hears about police cruisers at our gates, the board of directors will demand your resignation!
Caleb: Let them demand whatever they want. My family begins and ends with Clara and our child. Nothing else matters.
Victoria: You're making a massive mistake listening to a traumatized woman who can't even stand on her own two feet!
Caleb: She doesn't need to stand. I'll carry her through every single court battle until you're behind bars.