Victoria: "Richard, please! Don't let them take me in handcuffs! Let me call my attorney!"
Richard: "Your attorney can meet you at the police station."
Victoria: "We were married for five years! Doesn't that mean anything to you?!"
Richard: "It stopped meaning anything the moment you threw a newborn baby into the air."
The heavy front doors swung open again. Three police officers rushed into the grand foyer, their hands resting near their holsters as they took in the scene.
Officer Davis: "Police! Nobody move! Who called in the emergency?"
Richard: "I did. My name is Richard Sterling. This woman, Victoria Sterling, attempted to murder my child."
Victoria: "Officer, he's lying! He attacked me! Look at my face!"
Officer Davis: "Ma'am, stay down on the ground."
Clara: "Officer, we have full security camera footage of her throwing the infant onto the floor. I caught him mid-air."
Officer Davis: "Is the child unharmed?"
Clara: "He's okay, sir. I took the impact on my knees."
Officer Davis: "Check the video feed, Miller. Secure the suspect."
The second officer pulled Victoria up by her arms and forced her hands behind her back. The cold metal handcuffs clicked shut around her wrists.
Victoria: "Get your hands off me! Do you know how much this dress costs?!"
Officer Miller: "You have the right to remain silent, ma'am. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
Victoria: "Richard! Tell them to stop! You'll never get the inheritance without me!"
Richard: "The inheritance requires an heir. And my heir is sitting right there in his real mother's arms."
Victoria: "She's a servant! She lives in the basement staff room!"
Clara: "I might be a servant, Victoria, but I would never hurt a child. You have all the money in the world and no soul."
Officer Davis: "Take her out to the patrol car."
Victoria kicked and screamed as the two officers dragged her out through the grand double doors. Her high heels dragged against the polished marble until the heavy wooden doors clicked shut, leaving the foyer silent.
Richard turned toward Clara, his eyes filled with mixed emotions as he looked at her and the sleeping baby.
Richard: "Clara... are you alright?"
Clara: "I'm still shaking, Mr. Sterling. I can't believe she did all this."
Richard: "Sit down on the couch. Let me get you some water."
Clara: "No, sir, you don't have to serve me. I'm just..."
Richard: "Stop calling me 'sir.' And you are not 'just' anything."
Richard walked over and sat down beside Clara on the plush sofa. He reached out, gently pulling the edge of the baby blanket back to look at the infant's small face.
Richard: "He has your eyes, Clara. I always wondered why he didn't look like Victoria."
Clara: "What are we going to do now?"
Richard: "First, I'm calling my family lawyer to draft custody papers. You are his biological mother, and nobody is ever going to take him away from you again."