The quiet afternoon inside the Dallas mansion was shattered by a baby’s piercing scream. In the suburban luxury house, three-year-old Leo sat on the bright white sofa, crying hysterically as heat radiated near his chest. Standling over him was Victoria, dressed in a sparkling golden gown, holding a heavy steaming clothes iron down toward his tiny body.
Victoria: BE QUIET DOWN, YOU LITTLE BRAT!
Leo: Mommy! No! It burns!
Victoria: You spilled orange juice on my silk rug! Shut up before I make it worse!
Out in the main hallway, Hannah, the maid in her black-and-white uniform, froze as the high-pitched screams echoed across the mansion. She sprinted frantically across the white marble floor of the foyer, her shoes slipping on the polished surface as she rounded the corner into the living room.
Hannah: What are you doing?! Stop!
Victoria: Back off, Hannah! Know your place in this house!
Hannah dropped to her knees right in front of the white sofa, throwing her body forward to pull the sobbing child away from the dangerous metal plate. She gasped in absolute horror as her hands brushed against Leo's chest, where a dark red burn mark was already rising on his skin.
Hannah: GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF THAT CHILD!
Victoria: He needs to learn discipline! His father isn't here to protect him today!
Hannah: He is a toddler! You are a monster!
Hannah lifted the crying toddler up into her protective embrace, turning him slightly to reveal another raw red burn mark high on his back. Tears streamed down Hannah's face as she held the injured baby tightly against her chest, her whole body shaking with deep emotional distress while Leo wept into her neck.
Victoria: Put him down right now, or I'll have you fired before sunset!
Hannah: Fire me then! I am calling the police!
Suddenly, the heavy front double doors of the mansion swung open with a loud thud. Firm, rapid footsteps echoed across the entryway as Charles, wearing a rich velvet burgundy blazer, walked into the house earlier than expected. He stopped dead in his tracks at the living room doorway, his expression shifting from calm to absolute, blinding fury as he saw his crying son covered in burns.
Hannah: Sir, she tried to burn your baby!
Charles: What did you say?!
Victoria: Charles, wait! She's lying! It was an accident!
Charles moved with terrifying speed. With blazing anger in his eyes, the enraged man rushed toward Victoria, grabbing her arm and shoving her hard. Victoria crashed down onto the pristine marble floor, her expensive gown spreading out around her as she groaned in pain and panic. Charles stood over her, his chest heaving with uncontainable rage.
Charles: YOU ARE DEAD TO THIS FAMILY! CALL 911 RIGHT NOW!