Eleanor hurried down the white stairs, her light lavender gown flowing around her ankles as she flashed a panicked, desperate expression[cite: 1]. Rapid heel clicks echoed sharply against the marble steps under the watchful gaze of the American flag[cite: 1]. She threw her hands up in an exaggerated gesture of innocence, trying desperately to reframe the narrative before Richard could process the full horror of what she had done[cite: 1]. But her erratic breathing and guilty darting eyes completely betrayed the fabricated story[cite: 1].
Eleanor: Richard, it was an accident! She slipped[cite: 1]!
Richard: Shut your mouth, Eleanor. Do not take another step toward us.
Eleanor: I swear to God, she was leaning too far over the edge and lost her footing! I tried to grab her!
Richard: You expect me to believe you tried to save her when I saw you push her with my own eyes?
Eleanor: You're confused! The stress of this marriage is making you hallucinate, Richard!
Richard: My mind is clearer than it has ever been, Eleanor. And your time in this house has officially come to an end.
Eleanor: You can't just throw me out! We have a signed prenup and shared assets!
Richard: Prenups don't cover attempted murder, and neither do your empty threats.
Richard gently set Maya down behind a heavy mahogany pillar, instructing her to stay put while he slowly rose to his full height[cite: 1]. A low bass rumble vibrated through the floorboards as a terrifying transformation washed over his features[cite: 1]. He stood tall near the American flag, his expression hardening into pure, unadulterated fury as he closed the distance between them[cite: 1]. Eleanor stepped backward in sudden panic, realizing that her high-society charms and legal threats would no longer protect her from his wrath[cite: 1].
Richard: You thought you could get away with this, didn't you?
Eleanor: (Backing away) Stay back, Richard!
Richard: You are finished here.