Clara: You can threaten me with a lawsuit or termination all you want, but you are not getting away with attempted murder.
Elena: Murder? You are completely unhinged. Who do you think any court is going to believe—the billionaire's wife or a nameless maid?
Clara: Mr. Vance will see the truth the second he walks in. You can't talk your way out of this.
Elena: Richard doesn't care about a clumsy toddler or a dramatic servant. He cares about our social standing.
Clara: He cares about his flesh and blood more than you will ever comprehend.
Elena: Keep telling yourself that while you sit there scrubbing floors. Hand the child over to me right now.
Clara: Stay back! Don't you dare take another step toward her!
Elena: You are testing my patience, and you will regret crossing me today.
Clara: I already regret that you were ever allowed inside this estate.
Elena: Hand her over before I lose my temper and make your life a living hell.
Clara: You've already made this house a hell for an innocent child.
Elena sneered, her fingers curling into tight fists as she glared down at the kneeling maid. The atmosphere in the grand foyer grew glacial under the gaze of the American flag hanging on the wall. Heavy doors opening suddenly echoed from the entrance hall, interrupting their hostile standoff with the firm footsteps of someone arriving with authority.
Elena: Just in time. Now you can explain your hysteria to my husband.
Clara: Oh, I will explain everything, starting with what you just tried to do.
Double wooden doors swing open as a fair-skinned man in a dark navy suit enters the grand foyer with an authoritative glare. Richard Vance scanned the room, his eyes instantly locking onto the chaos unfolding near the base of the grand staircase.
Richard: What is the meaning of all this noise in my foyer?
Elena: Richard! Thank goodness you're home. This maid has gone completely mad and attacked me verbally!
Clara: Don't listen to a single lie she tells you, Mr. Vance!
Richard: Everyone calm down right now. Clara, why are you holding my daughter on the floor?
The maid, kneeling on the marble floor holding the child, points up toward the stairs crying out to the man.
Clara: She deliberately dropped the baby! She threw her off the upper balcony railing!