Richard: GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER! CALL 911 RIGHT NOW!
Victoria: Richard, darling, calm down! You’re listening to a maid over your own wife!
Richard: Your hands are bone dry, Victoria! Clara is soaked from head to toe!
Richard stepped forward, his eyes blazing with rage. He reached out and snatched Victoria by the wrist before she could step away.
Victoria: Ouch! You’re hurting me, Richard! Let go!
Richard: Did you touch my daughter?! Answer me right now!
Victoria: She was screaming and throwing tantrums all day! I just wanted her to quiet down!
Richard: She is a baby! You held her under the pool water?!
A sharp crack echoed across the patio as Richard’s hand struck Victoria’s cheek. The force sent her stumbling back onto a wicker lounge chair, clutching her face in complete shock.
Victoria: You... you hit me?! You struck your own wife for a maid's lie?!
Richard: You are a monster! I brought you into my home, gave you access to my family estate, and you try to drown my child?!
Richard knelt down beside Clara on the wet tiles, his hands shaking violently as he took Lily into his arm.
Richard: I’VE GOT YOU, YOU’RE SAFE NOW. Daddy’s here, baby girl.
Lily: Daddy... water cold... lady bad...
Richard: I know, baby. I know. You’re safe now.
Richard looked up at Clara, tears streaming down his face, his eyes full of raw emotion and immense gratitude.
Richard: Clara... did you see everything? Tell me the honest truth.
Clara: I saw it all, Mr. Sterling. She held her down on purpose. If I hadn't run over, Lily wouldn't be breathing right now.
Victoria: She’s making it up! She wants to ruin us! She wants my position!
Richard: Shut your mouth, Victoria! Not another word out of you!
Richard pulled out his phone, his thumb pressing buttons with furious speed as he stared down his crying wife.
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