Later that afternoon, the bright sunlight flooded into the high-ceilinged grand marble hall.
A massive American flag hung proudly on the tall white background wall of the foyer.
Elena walked into the hall carrying young baby Liam gently in her warm arms.
Victoria was standing near the entrance, holding a thick folder filled with legal mortgage documents.
She was wearing an elegant emerald green dress that looked wildly expensive in the bright daylight.
When she saw Elena approaching, she stepped directly into her path with a cold smirk.
Victoria: Give me that child right now, Elena, because I need to take a picture.
Elena: He just fell asleep, Victoria, so please let him rest in his warm crib.
Victoria: I do not need your permission to hold my future stepson for one quick second.
Elena hesitated for a moment but gently passed the sleeping baby into Victoria's waiting arms.
Victoria held the infant carelessly, holding him awkwardly with only one thin arm.
The sudden rough movement woke young Liam up, and he began to cry loudly in distress.
Elena reached out her hands instantly to take the upset baby back to comfort him.
Elena: Please let me hold him, Victoria, because he is getting very scared right now.
Victoria: Step back away from me immediately, you cheap and pushy little servant!
Instead of comforting the crying infant, Victoria placed him roughly down near the cold floor.
The sweet baby sobbed loudly as his small hands patted against the polished white marble surface.
Elena dropped straight down to her knees on the hard floor to cradle the weeping baby.
She wrapped her arms around Liam, weeping hysterically as she tried to shield his tiny body.
Victoria stood tall over them, glaring down with a deeply sinister and arrogant expression on her face.
Victoria: Who do you think he will believe, his future wife or a cheap nanny?
Elena: Why are you doing this cruel thing to an innocent little baby who loves everyone?
Victoria: Because you know too much about my past, and you must leave this home today.
Elena: I have never said a single word about your private life to anyone at all!
Victoria: It does not matter what you said because I control the narrative in this house now.
Elena held the weeping child close against her chest as her tears soaked his blue jumpsuit.
She realized then that Victoria was willing to destroy anyone who stood in her way.
Victoria grabbed a delicate glass vase off the nearby console table and threw it forcefully.
The fragile glass shattered into a hundred tiny pieces against the hard marble wall surface.
Victoria ripped her own sleeve slightly and let out a dramatic, loud scream for help.
She fell backward onto the floor on purpose, pretending that she had just been attacked violently.