David: What the hell did you just do in my house?!
Victoria: David! Thank goodness you're here! This catering girl was trying to manipulate our little girl!
David: I said get away from her!
Overcome with pure, blinding rage at the sight of his weeping daughter on the floor, David didn't listen to a single word. He stepped up to Victoria and forcefully slapped her across the face three times in rapid succession. The heavy blows cracked through the high-ceilinged room, sending Victoria stumbling backward until she collapsed onto her knees on the marble floor, gasping in shock.
Victoria: Ah! Stop! David, you hit me?!
David: If you ever touch my daughter again, I will destroy you!
Victoria held her bruised, reddened cheek, staring up at him in absolute shock and terror. She had never seen her husband look so terrifying, his body tensed, his hands balled into tight fists as he towered over her under the American flag.
Victoria: David, listen to me! She's a servant! She was spinning Lily around to make her fall!
Clara: That's a complete lie! Lily asked me to spin with her while we waited for Mr. Sterling!
Lily: Daddy... she hit me... my face hurts so bad...
David immediately dropped his terrifying posture, rushing to drop to his knees on the light marble floor beside his crying daughter. He pulled Lily gently into a warm, protective embrace, cradling her small head against his chest while his dark suit jacket wrapped around her blue dress.
David: I'm here, sweetheart. You're safe now. Daddy's got you.
Lily: Daddy... don't let the mean lady hurt Clara either...
David: Nobody is hurting anyone in this house ever again, baby girl. I promise you.
Victoria pushed herself up slightly on the marble floor, her silk gown rumpled, her manicured fingers digging into the tile as she glared at Clara with pure venom.
Victoria: David, are you seriously taking the word of a hired catering waitress over your own wife?!
David: She isn't just a catering waitress, Victoria. And you know it.
Victoria froze, the color instantly draining from her face as she looked up at David's cold, unyielding eyes.
Victoria: What... what are you talking about, David?
David: I'm talking about the five million dollar trust fund paper trail my private investigators finalized two hours ago, Victoria.