Arthur: Lily, look at me. Are you hurt?
Lily: My face burns, Daddy! She hit me so hard!
Arthur: Elena, is this true? Did she strike my daughter?
Elena: Yes, Mr. Vance! She hit Lily because she dropped a glass of juice!
Lily: It was an accident! I slipped on the wet floor!
Victoria: An accident? She ruined a thousands-dollar Persian rug in the hall earlier too!
Arthur: You put your hands on my child over juice?
Victoria: She needs discipline, Arthur! You spoil her rotten!
Elena: She didn't just hit her, sir. She slapped Lily twice across the face!
Arthur reached out, his fingers gently brushing his daughter's swollen cheek. A deep red handprint was already rising on Lily's soft skin.
Arthur: You hit a seven-year-old child.
Victoria: Oh, don't be so dramatic, Arthur! A little slap never killed anyone!
Arthur: A little slap?
Victoria: She’s disrespecting my authority as the woman of this home!
Elena: Mrs. Vance told us we were garbage and that you would never choose us over her!
Lily: She said you don't love me anymore, Daddy!
Arthur: Shh, baby. That is not true. That will never be true.
Arthur stood up slowly from the marble floor. His face was pale, but his eyes burned with a lethal, terrifying heat. He turned toward Victoria, taking a heavy step forward.
Victoria: Don't look at me like that, Arthur. I am your wife!
Arthur: You are a monster.
Victoria: I am trying to run this mansion properly! These servants have no respect!
Elena: I have worked for the Vance family for five years, Mr. Vance! I have never lied to you!
Arthur: I know you haven't, Elena. I know.
Arthur took another step toward Victoria, closing the distance between them near the kitchen island. Victoria's smirk began to flicker as she saw the sheer rage in his eyes.
Victoria: Arthur, sweetie, calm down. Let's talk about this in private.
Arthur: There is nothing to talk about.
Victoria: You're letting a maid turn you against your own wife?
Arthur: My maid showed more motherly instinct in ten seconds than you have in three months!
Victoria: She's a employee! She's paid to clean!
Lily: Elena protected me, Daddy! She got hit because she stood in front of me!
Arthur's jaw clenched tightly. He stared at Victoria's arrogant posture, her smug expression pushing him over the edge.
Arthur: You think money gives you the right to abuse people?
Victoria: I have status in this town, Arthur! You can't speak to me this way!
Arthur: Status?
Victoria: Yes! I am Victoria Vance!
Arthur: Not anymore.
Before Victoria could react, Arthur raised his palm and delivered a powerful, thunderous slap straight across her face. The crack echoed loudly off the high marble walls.
Victoria: Ah!
The force of the blow spun Victoria around. Before she could regain her balance, Arthur placed his hand firmly against her shoulder and shoved her backward with all his strength. Victoria crashed hard onto the polished marble floor, her expensive heels skittering across the stone.
Victoria: You... you pushed me! You hit me!
Arthur stood over her, pointing his finger forcefully toward the front door.
Arthur: DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH THEM AGAIN! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
Victoria clutched her cheek on the floor, looking up at him in utter horror as her smug confidence completely collapsed into fear.