The heavy double wooden doors at the grand entrance pushed open wide with a resounding crash that echoed through the entire estate[cite: 2].
David: What happened?! Who did this[cite: 2]?!
Nanny Martha: It was her! Look up at the landing right now!
David: Are you out of your absolute mind? Did she really just touch my daughter?
I rushed through the open doorway into the foyer, my eyes darting frantically across the room until they locked onto the bleeding knee of my little girl[cite: 2]. A tense musical drone vibrated through the air as Nanny Martha held the sobbing child tight against her beige uniform, pointing an accusing finger straight up toward the second-story balcony[cite: 2].
David: Answer me, Martha! Did she fall or was she pushed?
Nanny Martha: She pushed her down the stairs[cite: 2]! I saw her hands shove the child over the edge!
David: You cold-blooded monster! How could you do this to an innocent child?
My fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned pure white, the blood rushing furiously in my ears as adrenaline took over every single muscle in my body[cite: 2].
Little Girl: Daddy, make her go away! She's so mean!
David: Don't you worry, sweetheart. Daddy is going to make sure she pays for every single tear you shed today.
Nanny Martha: She didn't even care when she hit the floor, David. She just stood there watching like a statue.
David: That ends right now. I am done playing games with her twisted family politics and inheritance schemes.
The elegant blonde woman in the red dress stood rigidly at the top landing next to the American flag, clenching her fists defensively as she realized she was caught red-handed[cite: 2].
Victoria: Don't listen to her! It was an accident[cite: 2]!
David: Shut your lying mouth, Victoria! I am coming up there right now!
Victoria: You're overreacting! The child tripped over her own shoes while playing!
David: Tripped? Martha watched you shove her! Get out of my house[cite: 2]!