Mr. Richard Vance stepped into the grand foyer with two guards.
He wore a dark green suit that matched his stern demeanor.
His eyes swept over the scene unfolding on his expensive floor.
He saw his maid crying on her knees holding his young son.
He saw his wife standing nearby with a strange nervous expression.
Richard marched forward with long and powerful strides across the room.
His heavy shoes made loud echo sounds against the tall ceiling.
Man: What is going on here?!
The authority in his sharp voice filled the entire mansion foyer.
Clara looked up with tears still flowing down her flushed cheeks.
She pointed a shaking finger straight at the woman in blue.
Maid: Sir, she tried to throw your baby onto the marble floor!
Evelyn gasped loudly and put a hand over her heart defensively.
Evelyn: Richard, she is lying to protect her own clumsy mistake!
Evelyn: She dropped him and I tried to save our sweet boy!
Richard looked from his crying maid to his pale frantic wife.
His broad chest rose and fell as deep anger took over.
He loved his baby boy more than all his vast wealth.
He knew Clara had always been faithful and honest to him.
He saw the red marks on Clara's knees from her slide.
Richard turned his intense focus directly toward his wife Evelyn.
The air in the grand foyer grew freezing cold and still.
He took three quick steps toward Evelyn without saying a word.
Evelyn backed away slowly until her heel hit the piano leg.
She saw the violent storm brewing behind her husband's dark eyes.
Richard reached out and grabbed her shoulder with tremendous force.
He shoved her backward away from his son and the maid.
Evelyn lost her balance and fell hard onto the polished floor.
Her silk dress rustled loudly as she hit the marble surface.