Victoria: You can't believe a maid over your own wife, Brandon! I'm the one who runs this household!
Brandon: You are a sadistic monster. You put a flame to an eight-year-old orphan's arm!
Victoria: She's not an orphan, Brandon! She's the daughter of your former mistress! She doesn't belong in this mansion!
Brandon: Lily is my biological daughter, Victoria! My late wife passed away three months ago, and I brought Lily here to protect her!
Victoria: You brought her here to strip me of my rightful inheritance!
Brandon stood up slowly, lifting Lily securely into his left arm while keeping his body positioned between the child and Victoria. His eyes were burning with an uncontained fury that made Victoria step back against the gold-accented sink setup[cite: 1].
Brandon: What keys were you asking her for, Victoria?
Victoria: I... I wasn't asking for keys! Maria misheard me!
Brandon: I heard you shout it from the hallway when I opened the front door! What keys were you threatening my daughter for?!
Lily: She wanted the small silver key, Daddy... the one Mommy hung around my neck on a chain...
Brandon: The vault key to my father's estate trust?
Victoria: That trust fund belongs to the family, Brandon! Not to some illegitimate child you brought home from Austin!
Brandon: My father specifically designated that vault key for my eldest child, Victoria! The estate lawyers delivered it to Lily's mother before she died!
Victoria: Your father was old and confused! He signed those papers under pressure!
Brandon: My father was entirely coherent when he wrote his will! He knew you were draining our private business accounts, Victoria!
Victoria's face flushed bright red, her manicured hands clutching the silk fabric of her robe[cite: 1]. She looked frantically toward the bathroom doorway, realizing that her time in the Sterling mansion was rapidly running out[cite: 4].
Victoria: I built this estate with you, Brandon! I hosted every charity gala, I kept your family name spotless in Dallas society!
Brandon: You ruined your own name the second you brought a flame into this room.
Victoria: If you call the police, the press will destroy your company! Think about the Sterling stock prices tomorrow morning!
Brandon: I don't give a damn about stock prices, Victoria. I care about my daughter.