A loud crack echoed through the entire nursery.
Furious, Ethan slapped Victoria across the face with full force. The impact sent her spinning sideways, falling hard onto the cold marble floor. Her neat blond hair scattered wildly over her face, and her lipstick was smeared across her cheek.
Ethan: MONSTER!
Victoria: Ethan... you... you hit me?
Victoria looked up from the floor, gasping in shock and clutching her reddened cheek. Tears of anger streamed down her face.
Ethan: You touch my daughter again, and you won't survive the night.
Victoria: You hit your own wife for a servant and a crying brat?! Do you have any idea who my father is?! He owns half the law firms in this city!
Ethan: I don't care if your father owns the Supreme Court! You are a sick, twisted psychopath!
Elena: Shh, sweet baby... you're safe now. Elena’s got you.
Elena rocked Lily back and forth, turning her away from the horrific scene on the floor. The baby’s cries gradually turned into soft, exhausted hiccups as she hid her face in Elena’s shoulder.
Ethan: YOU'RE DEAD TO ME! CALL 911 NOW!
Victoria: Don't you dare call the police! You signed a prenup, Ethan! If you cause a scandal, my lawyers will drag your company through the dirt! I’ll sue you for every single dollar in your bank account!
Ethan: Try it. Every penny of this estate is locked in a private trust fund for Lily. You won't get a single dime. Not a single cent!
Victoria: I’ll tell the press you abused me! Look at my face! The police will arrest YOU!
Elena: Not with the security cameras running in the hallway, they won't.
Victoria’s head snapped toward Elena. Her eyes widened in terror.
Victoria: What did you say?
Elena: Mr. Vance had high-definition security cameras with clear audio installed in the hallway and near the nursery entrance last month. The whole interaction, from the moment you walked in with that iron to the moment you threatened the baby, is recorded on the main server downstairs.
Ethan: That's right. Every single word.
Victoria’s face went completely ghost white. The confidence and arrogance she had carried vanished instantly, replaced by sheer panic.
Victoria: Ethan... please... I was stressed! I haven't been sleeping well! I didn't mean to hurt her, I swear! I just wanted to scare her so she’d stop crying!
Ethan: You tried to disfigure a one-year-old child because of money and jealousy!
Victoria: It was a mistake! Please, don't call the police! We can work this out! We can go to marriage counseling!
Ethan: The only place you are going is a prison cell.
Ethan reached into his inner tuxedo pocket and pulled out his phone. His fingers moved quickly across the screen as he dialed the emergency number.
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