The woman in the green dress comes down the stairs, looking down with an anxious expression.
Voice (Woman): She just tried to kill our baby!
Arthur: Don't you dare try to flip the script and blame the victim after what you just did!
Clara: I slipped! I told you it was an accident caused by the slippery marble polish!
Arthur: Stop talking! Every lie you tell just digs your grave a little bit deeper.
Clara reached the bottom landing, her manicured hands trembling slightly as she faced her enraged husband.
Clara: You wouldn't dare raise your voice to me like this if the board members were watching!
Arthur: The board members would fire you into the sun if they saw what a vicious snake you really are.
Child: Hold me tighter, Daddy. She looks very angry right now.
Arthur: I've got you, my angel. Close your eyes and don't look at her face.
The man stands up aggressively while holding the child securely, turning toward the woman with an extreme expression of blinding rage.
Heavy, rapid footsteps echoed sharply off the light marble floors as Arthur closed the distance between them.
Arthur: You thought you could inherit everything by getting rid of my legal heir, didn't you?
Clara: Stay back, Arthur! If you come any closer, I'll scream assault and call my divorce lawyers!
Arthur: Call whoever you want! Your high-priced lawyers won't save you from federal prison cells.
Clara: You're losing your mind over a minor childhood slip! Think of our social status!
Arthur: Our social status is burning to the ground right now, and you are holding the gasoline canister.
Clara took a nervous step backward, her expensive green gown rustling against the pristine stone baseboard.
Clara: Put the child down and let's discuss this rationally in the executive office upstairs.
Arthur: There is nothing rational left to discuss. You crossed a line that can never be uncrossed.
The tension in the grand foyer reached a boiling point, ready to erupt into a violent storm of long-overdue justice.