Maid: I'm coming! I've got you!
Baby: (Crying hysterically) Waaaah! Waaaah!
The high-key daylight illuminated the light marble floor as the stroller hurtled downward through the grand white mansion foyer[cite: 2]. Eleanor didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second, her survival instincts overriding her own fear as she launched herself forward across the slippery expanse[cite: 2].
Maid: Hold on to him, dear Lord! Don't let go!
Clara: (Gasps from above) Oh no... what have I done?
The American flag hanging near the sweeping staircase seemed to mock the lack of protection within these luxury walls[cite: 2]. With a desperate burst of adrenaline, Eleanor pushed her body to its absolute physical limit, racing across the hallway and diving forward with arms outstretched to catch the falling stroller safely[cite: 2].
Maid: (Screaming in distress) Aah! I've got you!
Rapid running footsteps slapped furiously against the light marble floor as Eleanor absorbed the crushing momentum[cite: 2]. A sliding thud echoed through the hall as her body collided with the stone, wrapping securely around the infant to shield him from the impact[cite: 2].
Maid: I've got you! You're safe baby[cite: 3]!
Baby: (Sobbing uncontrollably) Whimper... wail...
Maid: Shh, my sweet boy, you're okay. Eleanor is right here. Nobody is ever going to hurt you again.
Cradling the infant inside the stroller while crying in relief, Eleanor sat on the marble floor near the American flag, her chest heaving with every ragged breath[cite: 3]. A heavy catch thud and loud baby crying filled the cavernous space as she rocked back and forth, holding the newborn against her dark grey/black uniform[cite: 3]. Every muscle in her body ached from the violent dive, but her fierce protective instincts refused to let her loosen her grip[cite: 3].
Maid: How could a mother do that? What kind of monster tries to kill her own baby over money?
Baby: (Crying) Mama... mama...
Maid: I've got you, sweetheart. You are safe now, I promise[cite: 3].