Adrian burst into the nursery, his dark velvet jacket pulling tight.
He stopped in the middle of the room, breathing very heavily.
His sharp gaze swept from the frightened maid to his glamorous fiancee.
Adrian: What on earth is going on in here right now?
Elena stepped out from the corner, holding the crying baby firmly.
Tears ran down her cheeks, but her voice was strong and clear.
Elena: Sir, she tried to burn your baby's chest with a hot iron!
Adrian’s face turned pale before flushing with deep, furious anger instantly.
He looked down at the hot iron resting on the scorched rug.
Then he looked back up at Victoria, his teeth clenched tightly together.
Adrian: Tell me she is lying right now, Victoria! Tell me!
Victoria: Adrian, listen! She is making up insane lies to get money!
Victoria raised her hands defensively, backing away toward the large window.
Victoria: I was just ironing his tiny baby clothes near the crib!
Elena: The clothes were already folded inside the dresser drawers, sir!
Elena pointed toward the open drawer packed neatly with ironed baby shirts.
Elena: She plugged it in right next to his face on purpose!
Adrian took two large strides across the room toward his crying son.
He reached out and gently touched little Leo’s small, soft forehead.
The child was unharmed, thanks entirely to Elena’s fast and brave actions.
Adrian turned his body around to confront Victoria face to face now.
His dark eyes were filled with an intense, blinding rage today.
Adrian: You brought a hot iron near my motherless baby boy?
Victoria: It was an accident! I tripped over the long electric cord!
Adrian: I have heard enough of your disgusting lies, Victoria!
The room grew completely silent except for the infant's soft whimper.