David: Elena! Elena, open your eyes! Look at me!
Margaret: Stop making such a theatrical scene in front of the kitchen staff, David.
A man in a suit rushes into the house carrying a leather travel bag with a panicked look on his face, his breathing ragged and uneven[cite: 1].
David: She's completely unconscious on the kitchen floor! What is wrong with you, Mother?!
Margaret: She simply collapsed from a lack of proper work ethic. It has nothing to do with me.
The close-up static shot captured the man staring ahead with wide-eyed shock and horror as he dropped his heavy leather bag[cite: 1].
David: She has a fever of one hundred and four degrees! You worked her until she passed out?
Margaret: Oh, please. Drop the act[cite: 1].
David: Drop the act? Look at her lips! They're turning blue!
Margaret: She was assigned to clean the entire east wing and prepare the holiday banquet by noon. She failed her tasks.
David: She gave birth three weeks ago! Her doctor ordered strict bed rest!
Margaret: Doctors online exaggerate everything for attention. We have a family legacy to maintain.
David: Legacy? You care more about silver polish than human life!
Margaret: Watch your tone with me, young man. I built this family fortune long before you were born.
David: You're destroying whatever soul this family had left.
The man drops his bag and kneels beside a woman lying on the carpet, picking up a crying baby amidst a loud thud and echoing wails[cite: 1].
David: Hush now, little one. Daddy's got you. Daddy's right here.
Margaret: Put that child back in the bassinet. The estate attorney is arriving shortly to finalize the trust amendment.
David: The only thing we are finalizing today is our permanent departure from this toxic estate.
Margaret: You wouldn't dare walk away from your inheritance over a lazy servant.
David: She is my wife, Mother! Not your personal prisoner!
Will David manage to get Elena to the hospital before her condition deteriorates beyond recovery?