Ethan closed the distance with terrifying speed, his fast tracking footsteps eating up the polished marble floor as he rushed past Victoria with his face completely distorted by raw, uncontrollable rage[cite: 4].
Victoria: She tried to throw your baby onto the marble floor![cite: 4]
Clara gasped, looking up from the child with wide, tear-filled eyes as the accusation hung heavily in the sunlit air[cite: 4].
Clara: Are you out of your mind? You threw him! I caught him![cite: 4]
Ethan ignored Clara for a fraction of a second, his eyes darting between the hysterical maid and the trembling, perfectly manicured socialite standing beside him[cite: 4].
Ethan: Victoria, step away from them right now.[cite: 4]
Victoria: Look at her, Ethan! She's hysterical, she's unhinged, she nearly dropped the heir to the entire estate![cite: 4]
Clara shook her head violently, tears cutting clean tracks through the dust and smudge marks staining her pale cheeks[cite: 4].
Clara: I swear to everything holy, Mr. Vance, she screamed at the top of her lungs and hurled him into the air like a piece of trash![cite: 4]
Ethan dropped heavily to his knees right beside the maid and the crying infant, a low, ominous rumble vibrating in his chest as absolute explosive fury took over his features[cite: 4].
Ethan: Get out of my sight! You...[cite: 4]
Ethan's hand shot out, but instead of striking Clara, his fingers gripped the delicate fabric of Victoria's green velvet gown, dragging her back with a violent jerk[cite: 4].
Victoria: Ethan, stop! You're listening to a common servant over your own wife![cite: 4]
Ethan: My wife would never stand by and watch her child fall unless she was the one who pushed him![cite: 4]
Clara clutched the baby tighter as Ethan turned his full, terrifying attention back to the trembling infant in her arms, his voice softening into a desperate whisper[cite: 4].
Ethan: Is he hurt, Clara? Tell me the truth.[cite: 4]
Clara: He's just scared, sir. Just bruised from the fright, but he's safe... I caught him right before he hit the marble.[cite: 4]
Ethan let out a ragged breath, running a shaking hand through his styled dark hair as his security guards stepped closer to form a protective perimeter[cite: 4].
Ethan: Victoria, hand me your phone. Now.[cite: 4]
Victoria: Why would you ask me that? You're letting this peasant manipulate you![cite: 4]