Clara: I can't... I can't breathe...
Victoria: Stop whining and get up before someone sees you looking like a mess.
A close-up tracking shot revealed the pregnant woman lying among broken glass, clutching her stomach and screaming in pain[cite: 1].
A harsh sound of glass crunch and heavy breathing filled the quiet space between the luxury pillars[cite: 1].
Clara: The baby... oh god, something is wrong with the baby...
Victoria: You're just trying to gain sympathy because you lost the argument.
Clara: Look at the blood, Victoria! Look at what you've done!
Victoria glanced down briefly, her expression remaining entirely devoid of any human empathy.
Victoria: That's your own fault for losing your footing near the furniture.
Clara: You threw me... you physically threw me onto the glass table!
Victoria: Prove it. Show me one witness who will testify against my word in this household.
Clara: The security cameras... the cameras recorded everything!
Victoria's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of the surveillance system.
Victoria: Those cameras were set to maintenance mode an hour ago.
Clara: You think you thought of everything, don't you?
Victoria: I always stay three steps ahead of people like you.
Clara: Richard installed an independent backup server after the last audit.
Victoria stepped closer to the edge of the shattered glass, her heels clicking dangerously near Clara's hand.
Victoria: Keep talking nonsense while you bleed out on my imported rug.
Clara: He's going to see the live feed the second he walks through those double doors.
Will the backup server prove Clara's truth, or has Victoria successfully severed every lifeline?
Clara: He's here... I hear his footsteps...
Victoria: It doesn't matter who is here. The narrative is already mine.
The sound of hurried leather shoes striking the outer porch tiles grew louder by the second.
Can Richard reach the foyer in time to witness the aftermath of this brutal attack?