Clara: You can't toss me out of this house, Ethan! I am your legal wife!
Ethan: I can and I will. This mansion is registered under my family's private estate trust.
Clara: The prenuptial agreement gives me full residential rights to this property as long as we are married!
Ethan: Read the clause again, Clara. Any act of domestic cruelty or endangerment toward a minor child voids every single benefit in that contract!
Clara's face went pale, her bright red lipstick standing out against her sudden, sickly white complexion.
Clara: You... you put an endangerment clause in our prenup?
Ethan: My estate lawyer insisted on it. He wanted to make sure my son was protected from anyone who tried to marry into our wealth with bad intentions.
Maya: She didn't just want him out of the house, Mr. Vance. She wanted his inheritance.
Ethan: What inheritance?
Maya: Three days ago, I heard her on the phone in the study with a family law attorney.
Clara: Maya, shut up! I command you to shut your mouth!
Ethan: Let her speak, Clara! Marcus, grab Clara's arms if she moves!
The guard put a firm hand on Clara's shoulder, holding her steady in the middle of the foyer under the USA flag.
Maya: She was asking the lawyer if she would gain full management of your late wife's forty-million-dollar trust fund if something happened to both you and the baby.
Ethan: She was asking about my late wife's trust fund?
Maya: Yes! The lawyer told her that if the child passed away before reaching eighteen, the entire fund would transfer to you. And if you were incapacitated, it would fall directly to your spouse!
Ethan: My God... you were setting up a chain of events to take control of my entire family's wealth!
Clara: It was a simple legal inquiry! I was just curious about our financial structure!
Ethan: Who asks if a baby's trust fund transfers to them unless they are planning something horrific?
Clara: I was thinking about our future children! Children that we would have together!
Ethan: I will never have a child with a woman who looks at a baby and sees a obstacle to a bank account!
Clara: Ethan, darling, please look at me! I love you! I did everything because I was worried we wouldn't have enough control over the company shares!
Ethan: You lied about your background, you lied about your feelings for my son, and you tried to murder him on my marble floor!
Maya: She also threw away his daily infant formula yesterday, Mr. Vance. I caught her pouring two whole cans down the sink drain.
Ethan: Why would you throw away his food?
Maya: She wanted him to cry constantly so you would think he was sickly and weak!
Clara: That formula was expired! I was replacing it with fresh cans!
Maya: I bought those cans two days ago from the specialty pharmacy! The expiration date was next year!
Ethan: Every single move you made was designed to harm my son, Clara!
Clara: You can't prove a single thing in a court of law! It's your word against mine, and the word of a low-paid servant!
Ethan: You think Maya is just a servant? She has been more of a mother to my child in six months than you have ever been!
Clara: She is a nobody! A girl who wipes floors for a living!
Ethan: That "nobody" just saved my child's life while you acted like a monster!
Ethan looked down at the ceiling corner near the grand chandelier, pointing his finger toward a subtle black dome mounted against the white crown molding.
Ethan: Do you see that camera up there, Clara?
Clara's eyes darted up toward the ceiling, and her entire body stiffened in absolute terror.