Mark snatched baby Ella gently from Sarah's arms, holding the crying infant close to him.
He stared down at Sarah with pure anger burning brightly inside his dark brown eyes.
Mark: How could you be so incredibly careless with my tiny helpless daughter, Sarah?
Sarah: Mark, I swear on my life, I caught the stroller after Clara pushed it!
Clara: She is trying to shift the blame onto me because she made a mistake!
Sarah stood up slowly, her knees trembling badly from the sudden violent impact earlier.
She grabbed the wooden railing tightly to keep herself from collapsing onto the floor.
Sarah: I have cared for Ella every day with complete love, I would never harm her!
Mark: I trusted you completely with my home and my child, Sarah, but no more!
Clara stepped beside Mark, wrapping her arm around his shoulder in a fake comforting way.
Clara: She clearly cannot handle the responsibility of working in a mansion like this.
Sarah: You are setting me up, Clara, because you want me fired from this job!
Mark: That is enough out of you right now, do not speak another word!
Sarah felt a cold wave of helplessness wash over her entire trembling upper body.
She had no witnesses to prove her words against the wealthy family's own sister.
Tears rolled down her pale face as she looked into Mark's cold, unforgiving eyes.
Sarah: Please Mark, look at the stroller wheels, they were forced over the edge!
Mark: I do not want to hear any more of your ridiculous excuses today, Sarah.
Mark walked toward the grand living room sofa to comfort his small whimpering daughter.
Clara turned her head toward Sarah, giving her a sneaky, cruel smile of pure victory.
Sarah covered her mouth as a quiet sob escaped her tight throat in the silence.
Everything she had worked so hard to build was crumbling apart in seconds.
Suddenly, soft footsteps sounded from the dark hallway near the back library entrance door.