Ethan: Maya, look at me! Are you hurt? Can you hear me?
Maya: My stomach... Ethan, I felt a sharp pain when we hit the floor!
Ethan: Keep holding on to me. Don't try to move yet, sweetie.
Maya: Is our baby going to be okay? Please tell me the baby is okay!
Ethan: I caught you. I took the impact on my back. Just breathe softly.
Ethan wrapped his arms even tighter around his wife, pulling her against his chest as she gasped for air on the foyer floor.
Up at the top of the grand staircase, Victoria smoothed down her purple suit jacket with shaking fingers and took a step backward.
Victoria: Ethan! Oh my goodness, it was an awful accident! She tripped over her own dress!
Ethan: Shut your mouth, Victoria! Don't you dare utter another word!
Victoria: I tried to grab her arm, Ethan! I tried to save her from slipping!
Ethan: I saw your hands push her back! I was standing right at the balcony doors!
Maya: She shoved me, Ethan! She did it on purpose because of the inheritance papers!
Victoria: She's delusional! She's hysterical from the fall and lying to protect herself!
Ethan: I saw everything with my own eyes, Victoria! You pushed a pregnant woman down marble stairs!
Victoria: You're choosing a girl you met two years ago over your own stepmother?
Ethan: You are not my mother! You never were, and you never will be!
The butler, Thomas, ran out from the dining room with a cordless landline phone pressed against his ear, his face pale as chalk.
Thomas: Mr. Ethan! I heard the terrible crash from the kitchen! Is Mrs. Maya alright?
Ethan: Thomas, call an ambulance right now! Tell them a pregnant woman was shoved down a staircase!
Thomas: I'm dialing emergency services right this second, sir!
Victoria: Thomas, hang up that phone! You answer to me in this house!
Ethan: He answers to the estate owner, Victoria, and my father's will named me the sole owner!
Victoria: That will was never officially registered with the probate court, Ethan!
Maya: It is registered... I brought the certified court copies with me today!
Maya raised a trembling hand, pointing toward the scattered sheets of paper covering the white marble floor around them.
Ethan: That's why you shoved her, isn't it? You wanted to destroy those legal documents before I could see them!
Victoria: Those papers are fake! She forged your father's signature to steal my allowance!
Maya: Your allowance was revoked by the estate trustees three weeks ago when they found the offshore accounts!
Victoria: Be quiet! You don't know anything about our family's corporate finances!
Ethan: She knows enough to expose your fraud, Victoria! And now you've added attempted murder to your list!
Victoria: Nobody will believe a word she says in court! It's your word against mine!
Ethan: It won't be just our word. Look up at the foyer ceiling, Victoria.
Victoria's eyes traveled slowly upward toward the corner of the high gilded archway above the stairs.
Ethan: My father installed high-definition security cameras in every main hall of this mansion ten years ago.
Victoria: Those cameras have been disconnected since your father's funeral!
Ethan: I reconnected the entire security network yesterday morning, Victoria. Everything you just did was recorded in full detail.