Clara: How dare you raise your voice—
Nora: Drop her right now!
Clara dropped the little girl onto the polished black floor.
Nora rushed over, slapped the abusive woman across the face, and immediately shielded the crying child.
A loud slap echoed sharply through the hallway, followed by a heavy thud and frightened crying.
Clara: You... you actually hit me?! You insolent piece of trash!
Nora: That was for every time you terrorized this little girl behind closed doors.
Mia: Nora, she dropped me... my knee hurts.
Nora: Shh, sweetie, I've got you. You're completely safe with me now.
Clara stumbled backward, clutching her stinging cheek in absolute shock and disbelief.
Clara: You are fired! Do you hear me? You are out on the street tonight!
Nora: I quit this toxic house anyway, but you aren't going anywhere just yet.
Clara: Who do you think you are talking to like that?
Nora: I'm talking to a fraud who is about to lose everything she stole.
Clara's eyes darted nervously toward the top of the grand staircase.
Clara: Ethan? Ethan, are you standing down there?
Will Clara manage to twist the truth before the head of the household uncovers her dark secrets?
Clara: Answer me, Ethan!