The man holds the child tightly against his chest, looking down with a terrified, panic-stricken expression.
Arthur: Are you feeling any better, sweetheart? Tell me if your head or ribs hurt at all.
Child: I'm just scared she's going to come down here and try to hurt us again, Daddy.
Arthur: She will never lay a finger on you again. I am locking every door in this mansion.
Clara: You're making a massive scene over nothing, Arthur. Think of our corporate reputation in high society!
Arthur: My corporate reputation means nothing compared to the safety of my flesh and blood.
Clara: If you ruin my standing in this family, you will lose the entire estate trust partnership.
Arthur: I would rather lose every penny I own than spend another second under the same roof as a monster.
The high-key lighting of the white foyer illuminated the absolute disgust and fury burning in Arthur's eyes.
Child: Daddy, look! She's walking down the stairs toward us right now!
Arthur: Let her come. She is going to face the music right here on this marble floor.
Clara descended the grand staircase with deliberate steps, her green gown swishing against the golden banister.
Clara: You need to calm down, Arthur, and listen to reason before you do something foolish.
Arthur: The only foolish thing I ever did was sign a marriage certificate with a cold-blooded sociopath.
Clara: That little girl is standing between us and complete financial freedom, and you know it!
Arthur: Did you actually just admit out loud that you tried to murder my child for money?
Clara's eyes widened in sudden panic as she realized her own arrogance had trapped her in a verbal confession.
Clara: I didn't mean it like that! I meant the estate stress is driving us all insane!
Arthur: It's too late for backpedaling, Clara. The security audio system recorded every single word you uttered.
Child: Make her go away, Daddy! She looks like a scary witch!
Arthur: She is going away permanently, sweetheart. Daddy is about to teach her a very important lesson.