Clara: The cameras... those were supposed to be turned off for the gala guests!
Richard: I turned them back on this afternoon specifically because I noticed funds missing from the estate account.
Clara: You were spying on me?
Richard: I was protecting my family from a thief! And now those cameras have captured you shoving my daughter down the stairs in high definition!
Clara's face flushed with pure fury. She took two fast steps down the stairs toward Richard, her hands clenched into tight fists.
Clara: Delete that footage, Richard! Delete it right now or I swear I will burn this entire house to the ground!
Richard: Don't take another step toward me, Clara. I swear to God, if you touch my daughter again, I won't just slap you—I'll have you thrown into a cell tonight!
Chloe: Dad, don't argue with her... my head is spinning...
Richard: I'm right here, Chloe. Take deep breaths. The medics are two minutes away.
Down the hallway, the heavy mahogany doors to the ballroom creaked open, and several high-society guests began peering out into the grand foyer, drawn by the sound of screaming.
Guest A: Is everything alright out here, Richard? We heard a loud crash!
Richard: Everything is under control, ladies and gentlemen. Please return to the ballroom.
Clara: Don't look at them! Go back inside! It's just a family misunderstanding!
Richard: It's not a misunderstanding! My wife just pushed my daughter down the stairs, and the police are on their way to arrest her!
Gasping echoed through the crowd of wealthy guests as they stared at Clara, who stood trapped on the staircase in her wrinkled green satin gown, exposed in front of the entire Dallas elite.
Guest B: Did he say pushed her? Oh my goodness...
Clara: He's lying! He's trying to frame me so he doesn't have to give me my settlement!</