Victoria took a step back, her sharp heels clicking against the hard surface as her posture suddenly went rigid.
Victoria: It's just fresh herbs, David. Don't be absurd. You're letting a kid's imagination get to you.
David: Fresh herbs don't smell like bleach and ammonia, Victoria. What did you put in that glass?
Victoria: I was trying to help you! You've been stressed about the mortgage, the estate tax, and the lawsuit with your business partners! I made you a healthy drink!
David: ARE YOU TRYING TO MURDER MY FAMILY?!
His voice echoed through the high ceilings of the house, loud and thunderous. The warmth in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by an intense, terrifying rage.
Victoria: How dare you accuse me of such a terrible crime! After everything I've done for this household!
Lily: The bottle is still in her handbag, Daddy! Check her purse on the counter!
Victoria's eyes darted toward her designer bag resting on the entryway table. She made a sudden, frantic dive toward the counter, reaching out her hand to grab the strap.
David: Don't you dare touch that bag!
David stood up in a single fluid movement, stepping directly into her path and blocking her reaching arms with his large frame.
Victoria: Get out of my way, David! You're acting crazy!
David: You've been asking about my life insurance policy for three weeks straight. You kept pressing the estate attorney to put your name on the house title!
Victoria: That was just for our financial planning! We are married!
David: We've been married for six months, and now my daughter is screaming that you tried to kill me!
David reached over, grabbed Victoria's leather handbag, and dumped its contents directly onto the marble counter. A lipstick, a gold compact, keys, and a tiny glass vial with a warning label rolled across the hard surface.
Lily: THAT'S IT! That's the bottle she used!
Victoria froze, her face completely draining of color as she stared at the glass vial lying right in front of them.
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