Clara: I've got you! Please, hold on, I've got you right here!
Clara slammed hard against the cold marble floor, the impact bruising her shoulder, but her arms remained securely locked around the gray stroller[cite: 1].
The infant inside was screaming in absolute terror, tiny fists flailing in the air as the carriage jolted to a complete stop mere inches from disaster[cite: 1].
Clara: Oh, thank God. You are safe, little one, you are safe with me now.
Frantic running footsteps echoed from the upper landing, followed by the sound of expensive heels clicking frantically against the polished wooden floorboards[cite: 1].
Clara pulled the stroller closer to her chest, her breathing ragged and heavy as she looked up toward the source of the horrific noise[cite: 1].
Eleanor: What a pathetic little show. You think you're some kind of hero for catching a runaway carriage?
Clara: Runaway? You pushed this baby over the railing on purpose! I saw the whole thing with my own eyes!
Eleanor: Keep your voice down, you worthless hired help, or I will make sure you never work another day in this city again.
Clara: You tried to murder your own child just to clear your path! I am calling the police right this second!
Eleanor's face flushed bright red with sudden panic, her manicured hands gripping the wooden banister as she glared down in pure hatred[cite: 1].
Eleanor: Touch that phone and I swear your life will become a living nightmare of lawsuits and debt collection.
Clara: Try suing me after the authorities look at the security cameras covering this entire luxury foyer.
The sound of heavy, firm footsteps thundered against the outside entrance, accompanied by the rattling of the grand double doors[cite: 1].
Eleanor: Oh no... Alexander is back early from the corporate boardroom meeting.
Clara: Good. Let your husband see the kind of monster living inside his own mansion.
The massive double doors burst open with a deafening slam against the interior walls, letting in a flood of bright daylight[cite: 1].