Ethan: Lily, sweetie, look at me. Are you hurt anywhere?
Lily: My arm hurts a little, Daddy... but Clara caught me before I hit the table!
Ethan: Thank God... thank God you were here, Clara.
Clara: I saw her pick Lily up, Mr. Ethan. I didn't think twice. I just jumped.
Ethan: You saved my daughter's life today. I will never forget this.
Victoria pushed herself up from the cold floor, holding her cheek while her eyes flashed with bitter venom.
Victoria: Ethan! How dare you hit me and kick me in front of the servants!
Ethan: Shut your mouth, Victoria! I saw you throw my seven-year-old daughter across this room!
Victoria: She was touching my mother's heirloom diamond ring in the display case!
Lily: I wasn't touching it, Daddy! I was just looking at the music box beside it!
Clara: The child was nowhere near the ring box, Mr. Ethan. She was standing three feet away.
Victoria: You quiet down, you miserable maid! You don't speak in this house unless you're spoken to!
Ethan: Clara stays right where she is! You are the one who is going to explain why you put your hands on my child!
Victoria: I am your wife, Ethan! I have been running this penthouse while you're at your corporate office!
Ethan: You are my wife on paper, Victoria. But after what I just witnessed, that ends today.
Victoria gasped, her hand dropping from her face as she backed up against the grand piano.
Victoria: Ends today? You can't divorce me! We signed a prenuptial agreement that guarantees me half this estate!
Ethan: Read the clause on domestic abuse against a child, Victoria. You get zero.
Victoria: You can't prove I threw her! It's your word against mine!
Ethan: Clara witnessed it. My daughter experienced it. And I saw it with my own eyes!
Victoria: A maid's testimony means nothing in a high-court custody battle!
Clara: I'm not just a maid, Mrs. Victoria.
Victoria narrowed her eyes, looking down at Clara's blue uniform with total disgust.
Victoria: What are you talking about? You've been cleaning my floors for six months!
Clara: I was hired six months ago by Ethan's father, Mr. Charles Vance.
Ethan looked at Clara in surprise, his eyebrows furrowing as he helped her stand up from the floor.
Ethan: My father hired you directly, Clara? He told me you came through an agency.
Clara: Your father asked me to keep a secret, Mr. Ethan. Until the right moment came.
Victoria scoffed loudly, smoothing down her dark red satin dress as she tried to regain her composure.
Victoria: Oh, please! What is this, a pathetic attempt to scare me?!
Clara: Check the black leather notebook inside the grand piano bench, Mr. Ethan.