Clara: Richard, please, just calm down and listen to me for one second.
Richard: Calm down? You almost dropped our infant daughter over a fifteen-foot drop onto solid hardwood!
Clara: The banister post was loose! I lost my balance when I leaned over to check the top step!
Richard: Save your lies for the custody hearing, Clara. You’ve been bitter ever since my father set up the family trust fund.
Clara: The trust fund? Is that really what you think this is about?
Richard: You knew that if Maya suffered a permanent injury or worse, the whole estate reversion clause would trigger.
Clara: I don't care about your family’s money! I care about my baby!
Richard: She’s MY baby! My blood! You’re just a temporary addition to this household!
Clara gasped, stepping backward up one step, her hand resting against the white banister that had almost cost her everything.
Clara: A temporary addition? We’ve been married for three years, Richard! I carried her for nine months!
Richard: And yet you couldn't hold onto her for three seconds!
Clara: Look at the railing, Richard! Just look at it! It's broken!
Richard: I built this mansion with the finest contractors in the city. The banisters are solid oak. Don't shift the blame onto the carpentry.
Clara: I felt it give way! When I leaned over, the base gave out!
Richard: Shut up! Just shut your mouth! I don't want to hear another word of your excuses.
Richard adjusted his grip on Maya, who was slowly calming down, her soft cries turning into rhythmic hiccups.
Richard: You are going to pack a small bag and go stay at a hotel tonight.
Clara: What? No! I am not leaving my daughter alone with you while you're like this!
Richard: You don't have a choice. If you don't walk out that front door right now, I will call the police and report an intentional child endangerment incident.
Clara: You wouldn't...
Richard: Try me, Clara. My family legal team will have an emergency restraining order signed by a judge before midnight.
Clara: You are threatening to take my baby away from me based on a lie!
Richard: I’m protecting my daughter from a careless monster. Ten minutes, Clara. Get your clothes and get out.
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