Young Boy: That's not a baby.
Evelyn: What did you just say to me, you ungrateful little brat?
Young Boy: I said that envelope in your bag doesn't contain any medical scans for an infant.
Evelyn: How dare you rifle through my personal belongings! Who gave you permission to open that folder?
Young Boy: I didn't have to open it. The return address from Zurich is stamped right on the front cover.
Evelyn: Arthur, get this child out of my sight immediately before I lose my temper!
Arthur: Let him speak, Evelyn. I want to hear all about your secret Swiss bank accounts.
Young Boy: She transferred three million dollars from the pediatric charity foundation into an offshore shell company.
Evelyn: You are listening to the hysterical delusions of a child coached by a greedy ex-wife!
Young Boy: I am not deluded. I saw the wire transfer receipts on your laptop yesterday evening.
Evelyn: You little liar!
A pregnant woman in a beige dress storms toward the boy, then suddenly slaps him hard across the face in the hallway as the surrounding adults gasp in horror. A loud slap echoed down the corridor, followed instantly by a sharp crowd gasp from the watching relatives. The young boy stumbled sideways against the polished wall, clutching his stinging cheek with wide, tear-filled eyes. Evelyn stood over him with her chest heaving, her maternal disguise completely shattered by sudden, unbridled rage.
Arthur: Are you completely out of your mind?! You just struck a child!
Evelyn: He deserved worse for spreading malicious lies about our family finances!
Arthur: He told the absolute truth, and you know it!
Evelyn: Stay out of this, Arthur! This is a domestic dispute between family members!
Arthur: Family doesn't embezzle millions from sick children and then assault minors.
Evelyn: I am carrying an heir to this estate! You cannot speak to me with such disrespect!
Arthur: That pregnancy won't save you from a federal wire fraud indictment.
Evelyn sneered, crossing her arms over her beige dress while attempting to regain her haughty composure.
Evelyn: The district attorney will throw out any charges backed by an unverified minor.
Young Boy: The security cameras recorded every single word and action in this hallway.
Evelyn froze, her blood running cold as she looked up toward the ornate plaster ceiling.
Evelyn: What security cameras? There are no lenses in this wing!
Arthur: We installed them last night while you were sleeping off your champagne party.
Evelyn lunged forward to grab the folder, but a heavy shadow rushed down the carpeted hallway with blinding speed.
Arthur: Oh no you don't!
Evelyn: Get away from me!
A man in a black shirt rushes forward in fury and slaps the pregnant woman across the face before shoving her violently to the floor. A sharp slap echoed through the corridor, followed immediately by a heavy fall impact as Evelyn crashed down onto the checkered floor. Shouts of absolute shock erupted from the surrounding guests as the sudden violence brought the entire room to a standstill. Evelyn lay flat on the checkered floor, holding her burning cheek and screaming in shock and panic after the slap and fall. A piercing scream tore through the silence of the estate, accompanied by a tense dramatic musical swell from the hidden speakers.