Marcus: What is happening in my house?![cite: 1]
Victoria: Marcus, darling! Thank goodness you are home!
Clara: Sir, she threw your baby onto the hard floor to destroy him![cite: 1]
Victoria: She is lying, Marcus! The clumsy maid dropped him while carrying her tea tray!
Clara: Look at his head, Mr. Sterling! She hurled him down on purpose![cite: 1]
Marcus looked down at his crying son, then looked up at Victoria's face[cite: 1].
Marcus: YOU TOUCHED MY BABY?! YOU SICK DEMON![cite: 1]
Marcus charged forward across the marble under the American flag[cite: 1]. His hand swung out, delivering three brutal, consecutive slaps across Victoria's face[cite: 1]. The explosive cracks echoed off the walls, snapping her head violently side to side and knocking her down onto the floor[cite: 1].
Victoria: Ah! Marcus, stop! You struck me![cite: 1]
Marcus: You are lucky I don't throw you through those doors!
Marcus dropped to his knees beside Clara, lifting baby Toby into his arms[cite: 1].
Marcus: Daddy is here, my sweet angel. You are safe now, and this monster will rot behind bars forever![cite: 1]
Marcus pressed a soft, trembling kiss to the infant's bruised forehead[cite: 1].
Toby: Ba... waah...
Clara: His breathing is too shallow, Mr. Sterling. We need a doctor immediately.
Marcus: Call Dr. Evans from the pediatric clinic! Tell him to bring the emergency trauma kit!
Victoria pushed herself up from the marble floor, clutching her swollen, red cheek[cite: 1].
Victoria: Marcus, you cannot treat me like this! We are getting married on Saturday!
Marcus: We are never getting married, Victoria. Our wedding is canceled.
Victoria: You signed a prenuptial agreement guaranteeing me fifty million dollars!
Marcus: Read the agreement again. The morality clause voids every single dime if you commit a felony.
Victoria: A felony?! Dropping a baby is not a felony! It was an accident!
Clara: You told him he would never belong in this family right before you threw him down![cite: 1]
Victoria: Shut up, maid! You are fired!
Marcus: Clara works for me, Victoria. You don't fire anyone in this mansion.
Marcus stood up with Toby wrapped in his wool overcoat[cite: 1].
Marcus: Jackson! Bring the security tablet here right now!
The chief security guard rushed into the foyer holding a black digital tablet.
Jackson: I pulled the live foyer feed, Mr. Sterling.
Marcus: Play the last three minutes on the screen.
Victoria backed away toward the grand staircase, her sparkling gown rustling against the stone[cite: 1].
Victoria: Don't look at that video, Marcus! It does not show the real context!
Marcus: The camera is mounted directly under the American flag, Victoria[cite: 1]. There is nowhere to hide.
Jackson hit play on the tablet screen.
The footage showed Victoria lifting baby Toby above her head and violently slamming him down onto the floor[cite: 1].
Marcus: You tried to murder my son because he inherits my estate instead of you.
Victoria: Marcus, please! I was overwhelmed! I have severe anxiety!
Marcus: You don't have anxiety. You have pure greed.
The front gates chimed as emergency sirens wailed down the driveway outside[cite: 1].
Clara: That must be the paramedics and the police, sir.
Marcus: Let them in, Jackson. It's time to take out the trash.