Victoria: NO! MY BABY! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!
Chloe: Get your filthy hands off my imported tiles, Victoria. You don't belong in this house.
Victoria: HE'S DROWNING! SOMEONE HELP ME!
Officer Miller: Stand back! Clear the area immediately!
Victoria: I'm not leaving him! Leo! Baby, Mommy's here!
Victoria plunged both of her arms deep into the frigid water without a second thought. Her black blazer soaked through instantly, absorbing the cold liquid as her fingers gripped the slippery baby under his arms. She pulled with all her strength, lifting the dripping infant out into the warm ambient air of the room. The child gasped violently, coughing up trapped water and bursting into a high-pitched, frantic scream that filled the massive bathroom.
Victoria: I'VE GOT YOU, MY SWEET ANGEL! YOU'RE SAFE! MOMMY HAS YOU!
Chloe: Look at the mess you just made. Do you have any idea how much that custom tank cost to install?
Officer Davis: Ma'am, stay right where you are! Put the wine glass down now!
Chloe: Excuse me? Do you know who my husband is? He owns this entire estate and half the law firms in Dallas.
Officer Miller: I don't care who your husband is. Turn around and put your hands behind your back!
Chloe: Get your disgusting hands off me! I didn't touch that brat! He fell in!
Officer Miller grabbed Chloe's arm, twisting it firmly behind her back while she pulled away aggressively. The metallic clink of steel handcuffs echoed off the polished marble walls. Chloe glared at Victoria with pure hatred, her flawless makeup contorting into a mask of rage. Victoria cradled the shivering baby against her chest, rocking him on the floor while tears streamed down her red cheeks.
Victoria: You monster... You sat there and watched him die!
Chloe: He's fine, isn't he? Stop being dramatic, you poor excuse for a nanny.
Officer Davis: Save it for the judge, lady. You're under arrest for attempted murder and child endangerment.
Chloe: My attorney will have this whole department sued before the end of the day!
Just then, heavy footsteps thundered up the grand staircase. Marcus, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, stepped into the master bedroom. His silk tie was loosened, and his eyes were wide with total confusion as he took in the chaotic scene. His wife was pinned against the wall in handcuffs, a police officer was filling out a notepad, and his nanny was sobbing on the floor holding his wet, shivering son.
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