Evelyn kept her head held high as her heels clicked against the marble steps.
She tried to project pure grace and total confidence despite her inner panic.
Evelyn: How dare you accuse me in my own house, you foolish maid!
Evelyn: Julian, she is completely insane and trying to ruin my good name!
She reached the bottom of the stairs and stood right beside her husband.
Julian looked between his crying child, the maid, and his defensive wife.
His chest heaved with deep confusion and rapidly rising anger.
Julian: Clara, explain to me right now what just happened in this foyer!
Clara: I saw her tilt him over the railing with my own eyes!
Clara: I had to dive onto the floor to catch him before he fell!
Evelyn raised her voice, letting out a sharp, cruel laugh to hide fear.
Evelyn: She tripped over her own feet while carrying my stepson around!
Evelyn: She is trying to shift the blame so you will not fire her!
Evelyn: Fire her this instant, Julian, before she causes any real harm!
Julian looked at Clara's uniform, which was covered in grey floor dust.
He noticed the deep red scrapes on Clara's elbows from her hard landing.
Then he looked closely at Evelyn, who looked flustered and overly aggressive.
Julian: Clara has taken care of Leo since the day he was born.
Julian: She has never placed my son in danger for a single second.
Evelyn: Are you taking the word of a servant over your own wife?
Evelyn: I am the mistress of this estate and I demand respect!
Julian stepped closer to Evelyn, his eyes turning cold and stern.
He grabbed his smartphone from his inner jacket pocket with quick anger.
Julian: I do not need to guess who is telling the truth here.
Julian: We installed security cameras near the upper arches last single month.
Evelyn's face instantly lost all of its artificial color at those sharp words.
Her lips began to tremble as she remembered the small dome camera above.
She had completely forgotten about the newly installed security system on the ceiling.
Julian tapped his screen quickly to bring up the live feed playback.
The silence in the grand foyer grew cold, thick, and utterly suffocating.