Evelyn: Get your filthy hands off my furniture right now!
Leo: I was just looking for my mom's old picture, Evelyn...
Evelyn: Don't you dare call me Evelyn, you ungrateful little brat!
Leo: Please, it fell behind the couch!
The pristine white marble floors of the grand estate echoed with a sharp, sickening sound as Evelyn swung her hand full force across seven-year-old Leo's cheek.
Evelyn: I told you never to speak to me like that!
Leo stumbled back from the violent impact, his small body hitting the ground near the doorway.
Maria: Oh my goodness! Leo, sweetheart!
Evelyn: Mind your own business, maid, or you'll be out on the street next!
Maria rushed forward, dropping to her knees to wrap her arms around the trembling child, shielding him with her own body as he sobbed into her shoulder.
Maria: DON'T CRY, MY SWEET BOY, I'M HERE...
Evelyn: That's it! Both of you are completely useless!
Evelyn stood over them, her sharp designer heel clicking against the polished stone as she pointed an angry finger at the front door.
Evelyn: I DON'T NEED YOU HERE ANYMORE! BOTH OF YOU GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!
Leo: Maria, where are we going to go? Is Daddy coming home?
Maria: Hush now, darling. Everything is going to be alright.
Evelyn: Your daddy isn't here to save you now, kid. Pack your trash and get out!
Just then, the heavy double doors swept open, and rapid footsteps echoed down the grand entrance hall.
Richard: WHAT HAPPENED HERE?! WHY ARE YOU CRYING?!
Richard took in the scene—his young son cowering on the floor in tears, the house maid holding him tight, and his new wife standing over them with a flushed, enraged face.
Evelyn: OH NOTHING, DARLING... EVERYTHING IS FINE!
Maria: SIR! YOUR NEW WIFE JUST SLAPPED YOUR SON AND IS THROWING HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE!
Richard's eyes widened in sheer disbelief, his gaze locking onto the red handprint blistering on his young son's pale face.
Richard: You did what to my boy?
Evelyn: She's lying, Richard! The boy was disrespecting me and—
A sudden, thunderous crack echoed through the luxury living room as Richard stepped forward and delivered a swift, powerful slap across Evelyn's face, sending her stumbling back against the sofa.
Evelyn: How... how could you hit me?!
Richard: HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY SON?! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW!