Thomas: Right away, Mr. Vance! Calling the police precinct immediately!
The elderly butler rushed toward the landline phone near the main entrance, pulling out his mobile device simultaneously to alert the front gate guards. Upstairs, Victoria's composure shattered completely as she hurried toward the grand staircase with Maria trailing nervously behind her.
Victoria: Ethan, please! Listen to me before you make a terrible mistake! Clara is hysterical and confused!
Ethan: Stay right where you are, Victoria! Do not take another step toward my wife!
Clara: She grabbed my arms, Ethan... She demanded the bank records I found in your father's old locked filing cabinet!
Victoria: That is a complete lie! I came upstairs because I heard Clara yelling at Maria! I was trying to hold her back so she wouldn't fall over the railing!
Maria: I... I don't know what happened, Mr. Ethan! Everything happened so fast!
Ethan: Shut your mouth, Maria! I saw you holding Clara's arm while Victoria leaned over her!
Ethan carefully shifted Clara into a sitting position on the oversized leather sofa near the foyer entrance. He removed his tailored black suit jacket from the back of the chair and gently wrapped it over Clara's cold, shivering shoulders.
Ethan: Are you experiencing any pain in your stomach, Clara? Tell me truth right now.
Clara: No... no physical pain, just severe shaking. My dress absorbed the wind, but you took all the impact when you caught me on the floor.
Ethan: Good. The paramedics are on their way to examine you and check the baby's vital signs.
Victoria: Ethan, this is absurd! You are calling the police and ambulance over a domestic slip-and-fall accident inside our private home!
Ethan: This wasn't an accident, Victoria. This was attempted murder against my wife and my unborn child.
Victoria: How dare you accuse me of such a monstrous crime in front of the house staff?! I raised you after your father passed away!
Ethan: You didn't raise me, Victoria. You spent my father's hard-earned money and tried to control every single asset in the Vance Family Estate!
Clara: She pushed me because of these, Ethan! Look inside my maternity bag on the side table!
Clara reached into her handbag with trembling fingers and pulled out a thick leather folder containing printed bank statements and a silver encrypted USB flash drive. She held them out toward Ethan, her eyes filled with tears of betrayal.
Clara: She has been stealing from the corporate trust fund for three years. Over twelve million dollars transferred to offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands!
Ethan: Twelve million dollars?! From my father's charitable foundation?!
Victoria: She forged those documents, Ethan! She wants to frame me so you will sign over the estate deed to her name!