Arthur shoved Clara back against the wet tile, his face flushed with blind rage as he dropped to his knees to pull his coughing son into a protective embrace[cite: 5].
Arthur: This is my son! You tried to murder my flesh and blood over what—a grudge about your wages?
Clara: Mr. Sterling, please listen to me! She is lying to your face! I jumped in to save him from her!
Victoria: Look at her! She's hysterical and covered in water because her plan failed halfway through[cite: 5]. She kept screaming that Julian would never sign the inheritance papers!
Julian: Dad... Dad, she didn't... Victoria pushed me... I felt her hands on the handles...
Arthur: Quiet, son, save your strength. You're in shock, you don't know what you're saying[cite: 5].
Victoria clutched her face, letting out a series of theatrical sobs that played perfectly to the billionaire's deep-seated paranoia about staff disloyalty[cite: 5].
Victoria: I've been telling you for months that the domestic staff couldn't be trusted with the estate security[cite: 5]. She wanted control of the trust fund settlement[cite: 5].
Clara: You cold-blooded monster! You stood right behind him and shoved him with both hands[cite: 5]!
Arthur: Shut your mouth! Security will drag you off this property before you can draw another breath[cite: 5].
Water dripped from Clara's hair as she pushed herself up from the concrete, her expression hardening from shock into absolute, unyielding outrage[cite: 5].