Richard: Clara! Oh God, Clara! Can you hear me?!
Clara: Richard... my... my baby...
Richard: Don't try to speak, sweetheart! Keep still, I'm right here with you!
Richard's hands trembled as he cradled Clara's head, checking her pulse while his tears dropped onto her pale face. He looked up toward the top of the grand staircase, where Evelyn was standing with her hands clutching her green dress, trembling in sheer panic. His expression shifted from heartbreak to absolute, unbridled rage as he stood up and pointed a shaking finger at her.
Richard: What have you done?! You absolute criminal! Look what you've caused! 🇺🇸
Evelyn: I didn't mean for this to happen! It was a total accident! 🇺🇸
Richard: Stop lying! I saw the whole thing with my own eyes! 🇺🇸
Evelyn: Richard, please! She tripped on her dress! I was only trying to grab her hand!
Richard: I stood right outside those glass doors and watched you put both hands on her chest and shove her down the stairs!
Richard charged up the marble staircase two steps at a time, his heavy footsteps echoing through the vast foyer. Evelyn backed away in terror, her heels clicking frantically against the floor until her back hit the wood-paneled wall. Before she could utter another word, Richard reached the top landing and delivered a swift, powerful slap across her face. The sharp impact echoed off the high ceiling, sending Evelyn stumbling backward until she collapsed onto the top stairs in tears, clutching her reddened cheek in utter disbelief.
Evelyn: You struck me? You hit your own wife over a maid's daughter?!
Richard: She isn't a maid's daughter, Evelyn! She is my legal wife, and that child she is carrying is the primary heir to my entire estate!