Clara: Are you completely insane? You just tried to drop a newborn baby onto a stone floor!
Victoria: Keep your voice down, you worthless servant, or I will make sure you never work another day in this country[cite: 1].
Clara: I don't care about a job! You belong in a maximum-security prison cell[cite: 1]!
Victoria: You think my husband is going to believe a maid over his own legal wife? Use your brain[cite: 1].
Clara: Mr. Vance will see the truth the second he checks the security footage from this balcony[cite: 1].
Victoria's face tightened for a fraction of a second before she forced an arrogant sneer back onto her lips[cite: 1].
Victoria: The cameras in this wing were offline for scheduled maintenance this morning[cite: 1].
Clara: You planned this... you calculated every single second of it[cite: 1]!
Victoria: I am the mistress of this multi-million dollar estate, and that child is nothing but an obstacle[cite: 1].
Clara: He is an innocent human being, and you are a cold-blooded sociopath[cite: 1]!
Victoria: Hand him over to me right now before I lose my temper completely[cite: 1].
Clara: I wouldn't let you touch him with a ten-foot pole! Stay away from us[cite: 1]!
Victoria: You are testing my patience to its absolute limit, maid[cite: 1].
Clara: Good! Because my patience for your evil ran out the second you let go of his legs[cite: 1].
Victoria stomped her foot against the upper landing, her silk gown rustling as she turned toward the grand staircase to march down and finish the job herself[cite: 1]. Clara held the sobbing infant tighter, her arms aching from the impact of the slide but her resolve unbreakable[cite: 1]. The tension in the grand foyer was thick enough to cut with a knife, vibrating under the bright natural daylight[cite: 1]. Who was going to walk through those doors in the next crucial seconds to stop this nightmare from escalating even further[cite: 1]?