Ethan: Maya, is he breathing? Is he hurt anywhere?
Maya: He's okay, Mr. Vance. I caught him just in time, but he's shaking so much.
Ethan: Give him to me. Come here, my sweet boy.
Ethan took his small son into his arms, pulling the soft white blanket tight around the infant's shivering body. Tears burned in Ethan's eyes as he pressed his forehead against the baby's soft cheek.
Clara: Ethan, darling, you are making a massive scene over nothing!
Ethan: Nothing? You just hurled my son across a marble room!
Clara: I tripped! The gown caught on my heels and the child slipped out of my arms!
Maya: That is a complete lie! She shouted at me to get rid of him and threw him on purpose!
Clara: Shut your mouth, you cheap servant! You don't speak to my husband like that!
Ethan: She speaks the truth, Clara! I saw you throw him with my own eyes as I stepped through those doors!
Clara: You were seeing things because you were tired from your flight back from the corporate headquarters!
Ethan: Do not treat me like an idiot! You hate this baby, don't you?
Clara: I don't hate him! I just... I never wanted to be a stepmother to another woman's child!
Ethan: You knew I had a infant son when you agreed to marry me six months ago!
Clara: Yes, but I thought we would hire full-time staff and send him to a nursery estate in the countryside! I didn't sign up to raise him in my living room!
Maya: Mr. Vance, this isn't the first time she has tried to hurt him.
Ethan's eyes snapped toward Maya, his chest rising and falling with heavy, furious breaths.
Ethan: What did you say, Maya?
Maya: Last Tuesday, when you were away at the board meeting in Chicago, I found the nursery door locked from the outside.
Clara: Maya, if you say one more word, I will have you arrested for slander!
Ethan: Keep talking, Maya! Security, stand in front of my wife!
The two guards instantly stepped between Clara and the maid, blocking Clara from moving forward.
Maya: The window in his room was wide open in the middle of a rainstorm, and the heater was unplugged. He was freezing, Mr. Vance!
Clara: It was hot in the room! I was just letting fresh air inside!
Maya: It was thirty-eight degrees outside! He had a high fever for three days after that!
Ethan: You monster... you were trying to make him sick.
Clara: That is an absolute fabrication! She is trying to ruin our marriage so you give her a raise!
Maya: I don't care about a raise! I care about this poor baby who has no mother to protect him!
Ethan: Maya has been with my family for five years. She was my late wife's trusted assistant. I trust her with my life, Clara!
Clara: And you don't trust your own wife?
Ethan: Not anymore. Not after what I just saw on this floor.
Clara: Ethan, please! Think about our status! Think about the family business!
Ethan: The family business does not belong to you, Clara. And after today, neither do I.