Victoria hurried down the grand staircase furiously, her dark red dress flowing around her ankles as she flashed a panicked, desperate expression. She threw her hands up in an exaggerated gesture of false innocence, trying aggressively to defend her actions before Richard could process the full scope of her crime. Her erratic breathing and guilty darting eyes completely betrayed the fabricated story she was about to spin.
Victoria: It was an accident! She slipped!
Richard: An accident? You expect me to believe a baby and your own family member both accidentally plunged over a reinforced balcony railing?
Victoria: They were leaning too far over while playing! I tried to grab them, but my hands just slipped!
Richard: That is a complete and utter lie, Victoria! Arthur and my daughter both saw you shove them intentionally!
Victoria: They are both lying! You're letting a traumatized child and a clumsy guest rewrite reality?
Richard: I know your games, and I know how desperate you've been about our prenuptial agreement and the estate trust fund.
Victoria: You are accusing your own wife of attempted murder over a childish misunderstanding?
Victoria stepped closer, crossing her arms in her dark red dress, still refusing to admit guilt even as the evidence mounted against her. But Richard was no longer interested in listening to her endless manipulations or false tears. The close-up shot captured his face transforming into intense, furious rage, holding the crying baby tight against his chest.
Richard: You did this on purpose!
Victoria: Richard, stop looking at me like that! You're making a massive mistake!
Richard: The only mistake I made was ever trusting you under my roof.