Isabella: Mark, you need to think about this logically! If the police come here, the media will ruin us!
Mark: You put a six-year-old in a dark wall vent, Isabella! You belong in a cell!
Isabella: I did it for us! For our family’s reputation!
Elena: Here, Ethan, drink a little bit of water. You're safe with your dad now.
Ethan: Is she going to put me back in the dark, Daddy?
Mark: Never again, buddy. I swear on my life, nobody is ever going to hurt you again.
Isabella pushed herself up off the hardwood floor, smoothing out her silk gown with shaking hands[cite: 1]. Her calm, arrogant mask was completely slipping away, replaced by sharp panic[cite: 1].
Isabella: Mark, remember the prenup! If you cause a public scandal, you lose your share of the real estate estate portfolio!
Mark: Do you really think I give a damn about a house or a bank account after what I just saw?
Isabella: The divorce lawyer will strip you of everything! You won't have a dime left to raise him!
Elena: Mr. Vance, the emergency operator is on the line. They are dispatching officers right now.
Isabella: Cancel that call! Hang up the phone!
Isabella lunged forward to grab the phone out of Elena’s hand, but Mark stepped directly into her path, shoving her shoulder back hard[cite: 1].
Mark: Don't you dare touch her!
Isabella: She is a maid, Mark! She is an outsider interfering in our private family matters!
Elena: I am a human being who heard a baby crying for help inside a brick wall[cite: 1]. You are a monster.
Ethan: She took my shoes away, Daddy. She said I didn't need them anymore.
Mark: What do you mean, Ethan? Why didn't you need shoes?
Ethan: She said I was going to stay in the dark house until I forgot about my real mom.
Mark: God forgive me... how did I not see this happening right under my own roof?
Isabella: Because you were too busy working at the firm! You left him with me! You made me deal with his endless complaining!
Elena: He is a little boy who lost his mother six months ago! He was grieving, not complaining!
Isabella: Nobody asked for your opinion, Elena! Pack your bags and get out of my house!
Mark: She isn't going anywhere, Isabella. You are the one who is leaving.
Isabella: This mansion is in my name! You can't throw me out of my own home!
Mark: The police will be here in three minutes. Let's see what the officers think about your property rights when they see that vent.
Isabella glared at the dark ventilation opening, her teeth clenched tight[cite: 1]. She realized for the first time that her lies were not going to work. The iron poker, the dropped screwdriver, and the maid's witness statement were going to ruin her completely[cite: 1].
Isabella: You are making a huge mistake, Mark. You have no idea what I am capable of.
Mark: I just saw what you were capable of. And it sickens me to my core.