Carter: Marcus! What the hell do you think you're doing?! Get your hands off my wife!
Marcus: She's not your wife anymore, Carter! She's a victim of domestic abuse, and you just tried to push her to her death!
Carter: She jumped on her own! You all saw it! She's mentally unstable!
Clara: I jumped because you threatened to lock me in the basement until the baby was born!
Marcus: Is that true, Carter? You threatened to lock up a pregnant woman?!
Carter: She's lying! She's trying to ruin my reputation right before the Vance Logistics merger!
Marcus reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and dialing three digits without breaking eye contact with his older brother[cite: 1].
Carter: Put that phone down right now, Marcus! I pay your salary! I own this estate!
Marcus: You don't own me, and you certainly don't own Clara. Dispatch, I need emergency medical services and police at 4400 Royal Lane immediately. We have an active domestic assault and attempted murder.
Carter: Attempted murder?! You've lost your damn mind! I didn't push her!
Marcus: You pushed her to the edge, Carter. That's the exact same thing in the eyes of the law.
Clara clutched Marcus's arm, her hands shaking so violently she could barely hold onto his sleeve[cite: 1]. Her breathing was fast and shallow, her body shivering despite the warm sunlight pouring through the windows[cite: 1].
Clara: Marcus... my baby... please check if my baby is okay...
Marcus: Lie back down, Clara. Don't try to move. The paramedics are coming right now.
Carter: Get up, Clara! Stop playing the fragile victim in front of my staff!
Carter took a aggressive step toward Clara, reaching out to grab her wrist, but Marcus delivered a swift, heavy shove straight into Carter's chest, sending the billionaire stumbling back three feet onto the marble[cite: 1].
Marcus: Lay one finger on her again, Carter, and I will personally put you through that glass wall!
Carter: You're touching a board member! I will have you fired, stripped of your shares, and thrown out on the street by nightfall!
Marcus: Try it. But before you call the board, you might want to look at the security cameras mounted above the balcony rail.
Carter froze, his eyes darting upward toward the high ceilings of the foyer[cite: 1]. Four crystal-clear 4K security cameras were pointed directly at the second-floor balcony, their small red recording lights blinking steadily[cite: 1].
Carter: Those... those cameras were turned off for maintenance today!
Marcus: I turned them back on an hour ago. Every threat you made, every step you took toward her, and her dive over that railing was captured on audio and video.
Carter: You set me up!
Marcus: No, Carter. You set yourself up the moment you thought your money made you invincible.
In the distance, the sharp sound of police sirens began to echo down the long driveway of the Dallas luxury estate[cite: 1]. Carter's face turned completely white as he realized his private fortress had just become his crime scene[cite: 1].