Clara hurried down the spiral staircase frantically, attempting to make excuses before the full weight of the law crushed her. Rapid heel clicks on the stairs echoed through the grand hall as she descended with a frantic, unconvincing look.
Clara: Don't listen to her! It was an accident! The stroller rolled on its own!
Richard: An accident? You pushed it over a three-story drop for a larger divorce settlement!
Clara: The prenuptial agreement left me desperate! The estate lawyers said I needed complete custody leverage!
Richard: Leverage? You traded your humanity to steal from an innocent child's trust fund.
Clara: You can't prove intent! The inheritance laws protect my share of the mansion!
Richard: Your share of this mansion ends the second you face a maximum-security prison cell.
The man's face filled with explosive rage as he stared up at the woman, his eyes blazing with a terrifying intensity. A low dramatic bass rumble vibrated through the marble floor as his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle ticked violently near his cheek.
Richard: You pushed our child?!
Clara: Richard, wait! Don't come near me!
Richard: You tried to murder my flesh and blood! There is no defense for what you did!
Clara: My legal team will destroy you for this! You can't touch me!
Richard: Watch me.