By afternoon, heavy rain began tapping gently against the tall French doors.
Arthur had called early that morning to announce his unexpected return from Chicago.
His sudden return surprised Victoria, who was pacing back and forth in the grand foyer.
She needed to secure control over the family fortune before Arthur updated his legal will.
Elena was quietly organizing the baby's small clothes in the nursery upstairs.
She heard sharp, quick footsteps echoing down the long carpeted hallway outside.
Victoria stepped into the nursery with a cold and determined look upon her face.
She walked straight to the antique wooden safe sitting inside the master closet.
She held the heavy silver heirlooms and legal trust documents in her hands.
Those items belonged entirely to young Leo's future financial protection.
Victoria: Take these heavy boxes down to the damp basement storage room immediately.
Elena: Ma'am, Mr. Sterling explicitly requested those stay in the main master office.
Victoria: Do not dare to question my direct orders in this home!
Victoria's voice was sharp enough to make the room feel instantly cold.
Elena stepped back slightly, holding the small silver keepsake box firmly.
The box contained the late mother's rare hand-carved baby rattle and family trust seal.
It was worth a small fortune and held deep emotional value for Arthur.
Victoria grabbed the heavy box roughly from Elena's careful hands.
Victoria: I decide what stays and what gets tossed away in this residence.
Elena: Please, ma'am, that silver box belongs to little Leo's mother.
Victoria: That woman is gone, and I rule this estate now!
Victoria marched out toward the upper balcony overlooking the massive marble foyer.
The floor below was made of solid, unyielding white Italian marble.
Elena ran after her, her heart pounding wildly inside her chest.
She watched in total horror as Victoria leaned over the high carved railing.
Victoria held the irreplaceable silver box over the open drop below.
If that fragile antique hit the marble floor, it would shatter instantly into pieces.
More importantly, Victoria intended to blame Elena for dropping the precious family heirloom.
Framing Elena for destructive negligence would get the loyal maid fired immediately.
Without Elena around, nobody would stand between Victoria and the baby's trust fund.
Victoria: Watch carefully! Should I drop his priceless inheritance right now?
Elena: No, please! I beg you, don't drop it!
Elena dropped down onto her knees on the cold marble floor upstairs.
She clasped her hands together in total desperate pleading for the child's sake.
Tears welled up in Elena's eyes as she begged the cold stepmother.
Victoria only smiled with a cruel and triumphant glare in her dark eyes.
She slowly loosened her sharp fingers from the delicate silver handle.
The heavy antique box plunged straight toward the hard floor far below.
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