The sharp sound of shouting cut through the upper hallway as heavy footsteps echoed frantically from the main gallery.
Ethan: What did you just say?!
A young man in a sharp velvet blue tuxedo and black bow tie burst through the doorway, his face distorted with pure rage as dramatic music swelled from the surrounding hallways.
Ethan: Clara, tell me right now what happened in this room!
Clara: Mr. Vance, she had the iron right over him! She was going to burn him!
Evelyn: Ethan, don't listen to her! The maid is unhinged, she tried to drop the baby and I was saving him!
Clara: That is a despicable lie! I caught the iron just in time!
Ethan stormed across the bright marble floor, his eyes locked onto Evelyn with a terrifying intensity that made the room grow deathly cold.
Ethan: You lying, cold-blooded snake. I saw the look on your face when I walked in.
Evelyn: Ethan, please, you're believing a common servant over your own wife!
Ethan: You are no wife of mine! You are a monster!
Ethan threw his weight forward, aggressively shoving Evelyn backward in a blind fury that sent her staggering across the polished floor.
Evelyn: Ahh! You pushed me!
Ethan: That's nothing compared to what you deserve for trying to harm an innocent child!
Evelyn collapsed hard onto the glossy marble floor, clutching her head in shock while Clara stood in the background holding the baby tight.
Evelyn: You'll regret this, Ethan! My family's lawyers will strip you of every penny!
Ethan: Let them try. Your family can't save you from prison.