Victoria: "No, please let me explain!"
Richard: "You monster!"
Richard swung his hand and slapped Victoria forcefully across the face. The impact sent her tumbling down onto the cold marble floor. She lay there crying, holding her bruised cheek while staring up at him in complete terror.
Victoria: "Richard, please! I was stressed! The baby wouldn't stop crying!"
Richard: "Stressed?! You threw a innocent baby into the air like trash!"
Clara: "She said he was costing her everything, Mr. Sterling. She meant to hurt him."
Richard: "I saw the phone notification while I was driving up the gate. I watched you lift him up on the live camera."
Victoria: "It was an accident! I lost my grip!"
Richard: "Shut up! Don't speak another word to me!"
Richard turned to Clara, stepping close to her. He extended his hands and gently cradled Clara's face while looking at his crying son.
Richard: "Thank you for saving my son."
Clara: "I just did what anyone would do, sir. He's safe now."
Richard: "You dove onto marble floor without thinking twice. You're bleeding from your knee, Clara."
Clara: "It doesn't matter. Look, Mr. Sterling... when Mrs. Sterling stumbled back, her leather bag fell open."
Richard looked down at the floor near the bottom step of the grand staircase. Victoria's expensive leather bag had spilled its contents across the white floor. Among the lipstick and credit cards lay a formal white paper stamped with red ink.
Richard: "What is that?"
Victoria: "Don't touch that! That's my personal mail!"
Victoria tried to scramble forward on her knees to grab the paper, but Richard stepped on her hand, pushing her back.
Richard: "Move away from it, Victoria."
Victoria: "Richard, it's nothing! Just medical bills from my doctor!"
Clara: "It says 'DNA Diagnostics' right on the header, sir."
Richard bent down and picked up the paper. He unfolded it, his eyes scanning down the page as his face turned pale. The silence in the foyer grew thick and heavy.
Richard: "What... what is this?"
Victoria: "Richard, listen to me..."
Richard: "This is a DNA test result for the baby. It says probability of maternity is zero percent!"
Clara: "Zero percent? But she gave birth to him three weeks ago!"
Richard: "Victoria... who gave birth to this child?"
Victoria: "It's a mistake! The lab mixed up the blood samples!"
Richard: "This document is dated yesterday! You knew this child wasn't biologically yours!"
Victoria: "I did it for us! I did it for the family trust fund!"
Richard: "You faked a pregnancy for nine months?! Whose baby is this?!"
Victoria clamped her mouth shut, her body shaking as she looked from Richard to Clara. Clara held the baby tight, feeling a sudden chill run down her spine as she looked at the infant's tiny face.
Clara: "Mr. Sterling... look at the second page under the clip."
Richard flipped the paper over. His eyes widened as he read the name printed under 'Biological Mother.'
Richard: "Clara... why is your name listed on this medical file?"