Victoria: Evelyn, look at it! The milk is foaming against the marble!
Evelyn: Stand back, Victoria! Don't touch a single drop!
Clara: I didn't do anything wrong, ma'am! I brought the formula straight from the kitchen warmer!
Evelyn: Shut your mouth, maid! Who handed you that bottle in the hallway?
Clara: Nobody handed it to me! It was sitting on the counter in the main kitchen!
Evelyn leaned down, her black velvet blazer brushing against her knees as she stared at the white pool spreading across the light marble floor[cite: 1]. The milk was fizzing slightly, emitting a faint, metallic odor that didn't belong anywhere near a baby's crib[cite: 1].
Victoria: Someone put something in his formula, Evelyn... someone tried to poison my baby!
Evelyn: The sixty-million-dollar estate trust fund activates the moment the child turns six months old, Victoria.
Victoria: If he doesn't reach six months... the entire trust reverts back to the corporate board!
Evelyn: Exactly. Someone in this house is trying to eliminate the sole heir to the Sterling fortune.
Clara remained on her knees, her hands trembling as she wiped tears from her cheeks[cite: 1]. She looked between the two wealthy sisters, her heart pounding with fear.
Clara: Ma'am, I swear on my life, I didn't put anything in that bottle!
Victoria: You were the only one holding it, Clara!
Evelyn: Wait, Victoria. Think about this rationally. Clara has worked for us for three weeks. She doesn't even have access to the private pantry safe.
Victoria: Then who was in the kitchen before I woke up?
Evelyn: Where is your husband? Where is Marcus?
Victoria's face drained of all color as she looked toward the open double doors leading out to the grand hallway[cite: 1].
Victoria: Marcus said he was in the home office reviewing the corporate quarterly audit...
Evelyn: He wasn't in the office, Victoria. I walked past his desk ten minutes ago. His coffee was cold and his laptop was open to the estate offshore bank accounts.
Victoria: No... Marcus wouldn't hurt his own son! He loves our baby!
Evelyn: Marcus loves his gambling debts in Las Vegas, Victoria. And those debts are due by the end of this month.
Clara looked up from the wet stone floor, her voice shaking as she spoke up from behind the golden crib[cite: 1].
Clara: Miss Evelyn... I saw Mr. Marcus near the kitchen warmer twenty minutes ago.
Victoria: You saw him near the formula?
Clara: He told me to go fetch fresh towels from the laundry room. When I came back, the bottle was already set on the silver tray.
Evelyn stood up straight, her black velvet blazer tight around her shoulders as her eyes narrowed in cold, deadly rage[cite: 1].
Evelyn: Get up, Clara. Lock this nursery door from the inside and don't let anyone in until I come back with the police.
Victoria: Evelyn, what are you going to do?
Evelyn: I am going to end Marcus's game before he takes another step in this house.