Before Victoria could scramble to her feet to formulate another lie, the grand wooden double doors burst open with a deafening crash that shook the glass panes. Heavy running footsteps hammered against the light marble floor as Richard rushed into the foyer, his authoritative presence dominating the room. Dressed in a sharp burgundy velvet suit, his eyes scanned the chaotic scene with an instantly recognizable expression of pure, unadulterated rage.
Richard: (Voice echoing through the hall) What the hell is going on here?!
Victoria: ( Sobbing dramatically) Richard! Thank goodness you're here! The maid attacked me and tried to steal the baby!
Maid: Don't you dare lie to him, Victoria! I saw everything!
Richard: Silence, both of you! I want the absolute truth right now!
Under the high-key natural daylight illuminating the white foyer, the maid in the blue dress pointed firmly at the woman in the purple gown while cradling the baby securely under the American flag. An emotional music swell filled the background, emphasizing the gravity of the accusation.
Maid: Sir! She threw your baby in the air and dropped him! If I hadn't caught him, he would be dead on this floor!
Victoria: That's a complete fabrication! She's conspiring with the divorce lawyers to ruin my reputation!
Richard: Do you take me for a complete fool, Victoria? Do you think I'm blind to your greed?
Victoria: You have no proof! It's her word against mine!
Without blinking, Richard pulled out his smartphone with a swift motion, tapping the screen to bring up the live feed from the security cameras mounted directly above the foyer. A digital chime rang out, followed immediately by a dramatic pulse sound effect as he turned the screen toward her.
Richard: I saw everything on the security feed! Every single second of your disgusting attempt to murder my son!