The heavy double doors of the front entrance suddenly burst wide open with fury.
Arthur Vance walked into the bright marble foyer carrying his leather business briefcase.
He wore his dark burgundy velvet tuxedo jacket fresh from an early board meeting.
His eyes scanned the frantic scene unfolding right before him in his own home.
He saw Elena holding his small son while trembling near the grand staircase.
He saw Sarah running out behind her with a twisted angry look on her face.
Arthur: What is the meaning of all this noise?
Elena: Sir, she locked your son inside a cold container!
Arthur dropped his heavy leather briefcase onto the hard floor with a loud thud.
His face turned red with absolute fury as he processed the maid's desperate words.
He stepped briskly across the white marble floor directly toward his trembling wife.
Arthur: Tell me she is lying right now, Sarah!
Sarah: She is just a lying maid trying to ruin my reputation!
Elena: Look at the baby's cold skin, Mr. Vance!
Arthur reached out gently to touch his infant son's freezing little face.
The cold touch confirmed the awful truth of Elena's frightening report instantly.
Arthur turned back to Sarah with bared teeth and intense rage filling his eyes.
Arthur: You tried to freeze my son!
Sarah: It was an accident, I swear it!
Arthur: Get out of my sight before I lose control entirely!
He grabbed Sarah by her blue sequined shoulders in overwhelming anger and shock.