Clara did not hesitate for even a single second when the baby fell.
She sprinted across the polished marble floor as fast as her legs could carry her.
Her soft shoes slipped against the slick white stone beneath the heavy American flag.
She dropped down onto her knees and slid forward across the cold hard floor.
Her outstretched arms reached out toward the falling blue blanket in the open air.
The small infant screamed in absolute terror as the air rushed past his face.
Clara stretched her fingers out as far as she could possibly reach forward.
She caught the heavy bundle safely just inches above the solid marble floor.
The heavy impact pushed the breath straight out of Clara's tired chest.
She rolled onto her back quickly and pulled the small child against her heart.
Leo whimpered softly against her clean maid apron as the danger passed away.
Clara squeezed her eyes shut tightly and wept tears of deep emotional relief.
Waitress Clara: My sweet angel... you are safe now, I have got you...
Waitress Clara: Do not cry little one, nobody will hurt you while I am here...
Up on the staircase landing, Victoria gasped in pure shock and rising anger.
She had not expected the young maid to move with such incredible speed.
Her dark plan to blame an accident on the staff had failed completely.
She marched down the marble steps with heavy, angry clicks of her red shoes.
Victoria: Give that miserable child back to me right now, you fool!
Waitress Clara: No! You are dangerous and you almost hurt him badly!
Victoria: I am the mistress of this mansion, you worthless servant!
Waitress Clara: I do not care who you are, I will protect this baby!
Victoria raised her hand to strike Clara across her pale emotional face.
Clara turned her body around to shield the tiny infant from any blow.
She held the crying child tightly against her chest with both of her arms.
Victoria sneered down at the two of them with deep malice in her dark eyes.
She reached down to snatch the boy's blanket away by brute physical force.
Before her sharp nails could touch the fabric, a loud sound shook the room.
The grand front double doors swung open violently against the outer wall bumpers.
The heavy wooden doors made a booming sound that echoed through the high ceiling.
A tall man in a tailored dark business suit stepped inside the white foyer.
It was Richard Vance, the powerful owner of the mansion and the baby's father.
He stopped dead in his tracks as his brown eyes took in the scene.
He saw his fiancée standing over his maid with an angry raised hand.
He saw his tiny baby boy crying hysterically on the hard floor below.
Richard: What in God's name is happening inside my home right now?
Waitress Clara: Sir! She purposely dropped your tiny baby to harm him!
Victoria: She is lying, Richard! The clumsy maid dropped him herself!