Arthur: "Elena... what did you just say?"[cite: 1]
Elena: "Look at his arms, Mr. Morelli! Look under his onesie! She pinches him and slaps him every single time you leave for the corporate office!"[cite: 1]
Victoria: "She's completely insane, Arthur! She's making up wild accusations because I threatened to deduct her pay for breaking a crystal vase!"[cite: 1]
Elena: "I didn't break anything! I tried to stop her from hurting baby Leo, and she threw me against the wall!"[cite: 1]
Arthur slowly walked toward the white blanket, dropping to his knees beside his newborn son[cite: 1]. His hands shook as he gently unbuttoned the tiny cotton suit[cite: 1].
Arthur: "My God... Leo..."[cite: 1]
Across the baby's small shoulders were distinct, dark purple pinch marks and red welts[cite: 1].
Victoria: "Arthur, listen to me! He must have scratched himself with his own nails! You know how sensitive newborn skin is!"[cite: 1]
Arthur: "A three-month-old child did not do this to himself, Victoria."[cite: 1]
Victoria: "Then it was the maid! She's trying to frame me so she can steal from the estate!"[cite: 1]
Elena: "I have worked for your late wife for five years, Mr. Morelli! I loved Mrs. Sarah, and I love baby Leo! I would die before letting anyone harm him!"[cite: 1]
Arthur: "Elena, look at me. Did Victoria hit you when you tried to protect him?"[cite: 1]
Elena: "She slapped me across the face and scratched me when I tried to pull Leo out of her arms! She told me no one would ever believe a poor maid over a wealthy fiancee!"[cite: 1]
Victoria's face flushed with anger, her posture shifting from graceful elegance to sharp defiance[cite: 1].
Victoria: "Arthur, are you really going to listen to household help over the woman you are about to marry?"[cite: 1]
Arthur: "I am looking at my son's bruised body, Victoria."[cite: 1]
Victoria: "He cries constantly! He drives me crazy! I am supposed to be the lady of this mansion, not a nanny to a dead woman's brat!"[cite: 1]
Arthur's eyes went cold as ice, a terrifying silence descending over the foyer[cite: 1].
He looked down at his wrist, his gold Rolex gleaming under the chandelier lights, and tightened his right fist until his knuckles turned white[cite: 1].
Arthur: "You called my son a brat?"[cite: 1]
Victoria: "He is ruined! You spend every living second worrying about him instead of focusing on our upcoming wedding and my social standing!"[cite: 1]
Arthur: "You monster."[cite: 1]
Arthur stood up from the floor with pure, unbridled rage surging through his veins[cite: 1]. Before Victoria could take a single step backward, his hand snapped across the air, delivering a fierce, heavy slap straight across her cheek[cite: 1].