Clara: Please, sir, just keep the baby safe. That's all that matters right now.
Alexander gently patted Clara's shoulder, thanking her silently before turning his full, terrifying wrath toward the grand staircase[cite: 1].
Alexander: Eleanor, get down here right this instant! We are going to settle this face-to-face.
Eleanor: I am not moving an inch! You stay away from me, Alexander, or you'll regret it!
Driven by an intense, burning rage that eclipsed all his usual business composure, Alexander charged up the white marble steps[cite: 1].
Eleanor shrieked in sudden terror, attempting to scurry backward, but her high heels tripped over the edge of the stair carpet[cite: 1].
Alexander closed the distance instantly, his hand swinging back with tremendous force to deliver a brutal, resounding strike[cite: 1].
Alexander: How could you?! How could you try to murder my flesh and blood for money[cite: 1]?!
The first hard slap cracked across Eleanor's cheek like a gunshot, echoing off the high vaulted ceilings of the mansion foyer[cite: 1].
Before she could recover her balance, Alexander delivered two more rapid, heavy slaps in rapid succession[cite: 1].
Eleanor: Stop it! Stop hitting me, you maniac[cite: 1]!
The sheer impact of the blows knocked Eleanor off her feet, sending her sprawling hard onto the light marble floor[cite: 1].
Her champagne dress bunched up around her waist as she curled into a tight ball, clutching her burning, bruised cheek[cite: 1].
Gasps of shock rippled through the few estate staff members watching from the hallway shadows[cite: 1].
Alexander: You are finished in this house, Eleanor. Your inheritance rights, your trust fund, your lifestyle—it's all gone[cite: 1].
Eleanor: You'll pay for this assault! My family will sue you into bankruptcy before the month is over!
Alexander: Let your family try. They can visit you in a prison cell while you await trial for attempted child murder[cite: 1].