Arthur froze in the middle of the grand entryway as the sound of his son's crying echoed down.
He looked up toward the balcony and saw his maid kneeling beside the stroller, clutching the infant tightly.
Arthur: What is going on up there, why is the baby screaming like that in the foyer?
Arthur dropped his heavy leather briefcase onto the floor and bounded up the grand marble stairs three steps once.
Elena stood up slowly, her body still shaking violently from the adrenaline coursing through her tired veins today.
Elena: Sir! She pushed your son's stroller off the top of the stairs intentionally just moments ago!
Arthur's jaw dropped in complete disbelief as he turned his sharp gaze toward his young, stylish wife instantly.
Arthur: Is this true, Victoria, did you leave the baby near the edge of the open stair landing?
Victoria's pale face flushed bright red as she rushed forward, reaching her hands out toward her worried husband.
Victoria: Don't listen to this crazy woman, Arthur, my hands simply slipped on the smooth leather handle!
Victoria: It was a complete accident, I would never do anything to put our sweet little child in danger!
Elena: She lined the wheels up with the drop, sir, she deliberately pushed it before turning away!
Arthur looked between his terrified, loyal maid and his panicked wife, his face contorting into deep, explosive rage.
He stepped directly between Victoria and the baby, his tall frame towering over the woman in champagne silk.
Arthur: You have been asking about his inheritance trust fund every single evening for the past three weeks!
Victoria: That was just for our family financial planning, Arthur, you know I love this little baby boy!
Arthur: Get away from my son right now before I lose my temper completely in front of everyone!
Victoria took a quick step backward, her high heels clicking loudly against the hard marble of the floor.
Victoria: You are taking the word of a common servant over your own legal wedded wife right now?
Arthur: Elena has served this family faithfully for ten years, while you have lied about your debt daily!
Arthur pointed his stern finger directly down the long hallway toward the front entrance doors of the mansion.
Arthur: Pack your personal belongings immediately and leave my house before the police arrive at our door!
Victoria backed away until her hips hit the solid wooden railing of the upper balcony with a thud.
She clutched her expensive designer handbag tightly against her chest, her face twisted in utter panic and defeat.
Victoria: You cannot throw me out into the street without my legal divorce settlement and financial support!
Arthur: I am calling the local police authorities right now to report this deliberate attempt on my child!