Richard: How could you do this? How could you be so utterly heartless?
Victoria: I told you, Richard, it was a terrible accident. She lost her balance.
A close-up static shot showed the American man staring in disbelief, then storming forward with natural USA facial features and realistic skin texture[cite: 1].
A sharp gasp escaped Richard's lips as he stood up from the shattered glass[cite: 1].
Richard: An accident? With handprints bruised directly into her shoulders?
Victoria: You are letting your emotions cloud your judgment as a corporate executive.
Richard: Corporate executive? You just assaulted my wife and my unborn child inside my own home!
Victoria: Keep your voice down. The household staff can hear every word you're shouting.
Richard: Let the entire city hear! Let every board member know what kind of monster you really are!
Victoria: If you raise your voice at me again, I will call my legal team and file for immediate asset seizure.
Richard: Your legal team won't save you from what is coming next.
Victoria: You wouldn't dare touch me, Richard. We are tied together by too many contracts.
Richard: Contracts can be torn up, and criminals can be locked away.
Victoria: You have zero physical proof that I laid a single finger on her.
Richard: My own eyes are proof enough.
Victoria: Courts don't convict people based on emotional outbursts, darling.
Richard clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned completely white under the foyer lights.
Will Richard's physical retaliation cross a line, or is it the only language a tyrant understands?
Clara: Richard... stop... don't lower yourself to her level...
Richard: No one hurts my family and walks away smiling.
Richard took two rapid, heavy steps across the polished marble floor toward where Victoria stood.
Can the impending confrontation deliver the instant justice this household so desperately needs?