Victoria: Look at you, lying on the floor like trash. You really thought you could fight me for this trust fund?
Clara: You... you pushed me... my baby...
Victoria: Oh, stop crying. You tripped on your own dress. Isn't that right, Evelyn?
Evelyn: That is exactly what I saw, Victoria. The girl was always clumsy, just like her mother.
Clara clutched her side, her body trembling on the hard marble floor of the foyer[cite: 1]. Every breath felt like fire in her chest, but her fingers remained firmly wrapped around her phone[cite: 1]. Her line was still connected to her private attorney, Mark, who was listening to every single word through the call[cite: 1].
Mark: Clara! Are you okay? I heard the fall! I’m calling an ambulance and the police right now!
Clara: Hurry... Mark, please... the baby...
Victoria: Who are you talking to on that phone?! Give that to me right now!
Victoria hurried down the remaining stairs, her heels clicking loudly against the wood, her face twisting in sudden panic[cite: 1]. She reached down, trying to snatch the phone out of Clara's bloodstained fingers, but Clara rolled over, shielding the device with her body[cite: 1].
Evelyn: Victoria, what is going on? Did she record us?
Victoria: Shut up, Evelyn! Get down here and help me hold her!
Clara: Don't touch me! The police are already on their way, Victoria! My lawyer heard everything!
Victoria: You little brat! Give me the phone or I swear you'll regret ever coming back to this mansion!
Clara: You ruined my father's life, you forged his signature on his living trust, and now you tried to kill his grandchild!
Evelyn: Oh dear lord... Victoria, if the police get involved, the corporate board will freeze the inheritance payout!
Victoria: Nobody is calling the police! Clara, hand over the phone right now and we can talk about a financial settlement!
Clara: I don't want your blood money! I want you in prison!
Victoria grabbed Clara by her shoulders, trying to wrench the phone away, but the heavy sound of blaring sirens suddenly filled the quiet residential street outside[cite: 1]. The red and blue lights flashed through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the grand entrance.
Evelyn: They're already here! Victoria, what do we do?!
Victoria: Put that phone down, Clara! Tell them it was an accident! I'll give you two million dollars right now out of the estate account!
Clara: Keep your money. You're going to need it for your divorce lawyer and your defense attorneys.
The heavy front doors burst open, and team of paramedics rushed inside with a stretcher, followed closely by three armed police officers.
Paramedic: Ma'am, stay completely still! Don't try to move!
Police Officer: Nobody move! Hands where we can see them!
Victoria: Officers, thank goodness you're here! My stepdaughter fell down the stairs, she's delusional and accusing us of pushing her!
Clara: Officer... my phone... the audio file is saving to the cloud right now... she shoved me down the stairs because I found the fake will...