Victoria: Get out? Brandon, I am your wife! You can't just throw me out of our marital home over a misunderstanding!
Brandon: Misunderstanding? I just watched you throw my seven-month-old son off a second-story balcony!
Victoria: I didn't throw him! I lost my balance!
Brandon: The camera clearly shows you standing completely upright and leaning over the ledge on purpose!
Elena: Sir, if I hadn't been standing directly underneath the foyer chandelier, Lucas would have hit the oak flooring!
Victoria: Shut up, you useless maid! Nobody asked you to speak!
Brandon: Don't you dare speak to her like that! Elena saved my son’s life while you tried to destroy it!
Victoria: You’re taking the word of a hired domestic worker over your own wife?
Brandon: I’m taking the word of my own eyes and the security camera mounted on that wall!
Chloe held onto her father’s waist, tears filling her eyes as she looked up at Victoria with disgust.
Chloe: You tried to blame Elena because you thought Dad would fire her and believe you!
Victoria: Chloe, stop making up lies! You’re just confused because you saw me scream!
Brandon: Chloe isn't confused. Neither am I. I know exactly why you did this, Victoria.
Victoria: What are you talking about now?
Brandon: My late wife’s trust fund agreement. You’ve been asking my family estate lawyer about it for three months.
Victoria: That has nothing to do with this accident!
Brandon: The trust clause states that if both of my biological children pass away or suffer severe permanent disability, the estate assets revert to my current spouse!
Victoria gasped, stepping back onto the bottom stair tread as Brandon stepped right into her personal space.
Brandon: You wanted the trust fund, didn't you? You wanted forty million dollars!
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