Marcus stood up abruptly from the marble floor, his boots sliding slightly in the small puddle of water spilled from the shattered vase nearby[cite: 4]. He took two long strides toward the heavy wooden table that still pinned Elena's legs against the baseboard[cite: 4]. His jaw tightened, muscles flexing as he grabbed the splintered mahogany edge with both hands[cite: 4]. With a sudden, furious grunt of pure adrenaline, he lifted and pushed the wooden table away angrily, sending it crashing against the far wall[cite: 4].
Marcus: Enough[cite: 4]!
Victoria: Marcus, be careful! You're making a terrible scene over a simple domestic accident[cite: 4]!
Marcus: Shut your mouth, Victoria! I've listened to enough of your pathetic excuses today[cite: 4]!
Elena: Thank you, Mr. Vance... she wanted to silence me permanently[cite: 4]!
Victoria: She's lying! I swear on my mother's grave, she slipped and fell all by herself[cite: 4]!
Marcus: Your mother's grave wouldn't save you if half of what Elena says turns out to be factual[cite: 4]!
Victoria: Why are you treating me like a criminal in our own home[cite: 4]?
Marcus: Because nothing about this scene adds up, and your hands are shaking like a leaf[cite: 4]!
Victoria crossed her arms over her chest defensively, taking a cautious step backward toward the grand staircase[cite: 4].
Victoria: If you're going to accuse me of foul play, then I'm walking out of this toxic house right now[cite: 4]!
Marcus: You aren't going anywhere, Victoria. Not until every single question I have is answered[cite: 4]!
Elena: Check her designer handbag, sir... the missing portfolio key is inside the zipper pocket[cite: 4]!
Victoria: Stay away from my personal belongings, you wretched, scheming liar[cite: 4]!
Marcus: Open the bag, Victoria. Prove to me right now that you have nothing to hide[cite: 4]!