Victoria: Give me that phone! Who are you calling?!
Victoria reached out to snatch the device from Evelyn's trembling hand, but a male guest stepped between them, pulling Victoria back by her shoulder.
Guest 1: Victoria, stop it! What is wrong with you?! She's pregnant!
Victoria: She lunged at me on the stairs! You all saw it! She grabbed my dress and slipped!
Evelyn: *Gasping* You... you pushed me... you shoved me with both hands...
Victoria: You're lying! You're trying to frame me because you want the rest of the inheritance!
Evelyn pressed her phone tightly against her ear, weeping as the voice on the line responded with immediate urgency.
Detective Marcus: Evelyn? Evelyn, stay on the line! What happened? Where are you?
Evelyn: *Desperate* Detective Marcus... Victoria pushed me down the main stairs... I'm six months pregnant... I'm bleeding...
Detective Marcus: I'm dispatching Dallas EMS and units to the estate right now. We are two minutes away. Hold on!
Victoria's eyes widened in sheer panic as she heard the detective's voice over the speaker. She scrambled to her feet, backing away from her sister as the house guests whispered in horror.
Victoria: You brought the police into this?! This is a private family matter!
Guest 2: Somebody get towels! She's bleeding onto the floor!
Maid: I'm calling an ambulance right now!
Victoria: Don't touch her! Don't touch anything! She's making a scene to humiliate me in my own home!
Evelyn curled into a defensive posture on the hard marble floor, protecting her stomach as severe abdominal cramps surged through her. Every breath felt like sharp glass in her lungs.
Evelyn: *Whispering* Please, baby... stay strong... just hold on...
Victoria: Get up, Evelyn! Stop acting like a victim! You fell because you were wearing slippery shoes!
Guest 1: Shut up, Victoria! We all heard the shove! You screamed at her right before she fell!
Victoria: I was yelling because she grabbed my gown! She was trying to pull me down with her!
Evelyn: *Tearful* There are security cameras... right above the flag... on the wall...
Victoria's head snapped up toward the pristine white wall behind the staircase landing. A subtle black camera dome glinted beneath the framed American flag decor. Her face drained of all color.
Victoria: Those... those cameras aren't turned on...
Evelyn: Dad... Dad had them linked to the cloud server last month... they record everything...
The distant sound of screaming sirens began to echo through the estate gates, cutting through the tense air of the mansion like a knife.
Victoria: No... no, this isn't happening... you set me up!
Evelyn: You did this to yourself, Victoria... you chose to push me...