The next afternoon, bright Texas sunlight streamed through the high stained-glass windows above.
David was delayed at the Dallas airport due to heavy fog on the runway.
Victoria walked down the grand marble staircase wearing a sharp gold designer dress.
She found Sarah preparing a warm bottle of milk inside the spacious lower kitchen.
Victoria: Give me the child right now, Sarah.
Sarah: She is resting peacefully in her stroller, ma'am.
Victoria: I said give her to me immediately!
Victoria grabbed the heavy stroller handle and pulled it aggressively toward the foyer.
Sarah rushed forward, placing herself directly between the cruel stepmother and the baby.
Sarah: You will not take her anywhere without Mr. Miller present!
Victoria: You are just a paid servant in this house!
Victoria lifted the small child from the stroller and marched up the grand staircase.
Sarah followed closely behind, shouting for the household security guards to step in.
Victoria reached the upper balcony, standing beside the heavy mahogany railing above the foyer.
Her face twisted into a mask of cruel desperation as she made a reckless threat.
Victoria: Say goodbye to your precious child!
She held the baby over the edge, threatening to end everything in one moment.
Sarah's heart stopped as she dove across the polished floor toward the lower landing.
She reached out with all her strength, catching the falling child safely in her arms.