The heavy double doors swept open, slamming against the white interior walls.
Arthur Foster stepped into the nursery, dressed in a sharp black tailored suit.
He stopped in his tracks as he surveyed the strange scene before him.
His wife was sitting on the marble floor, her expensive gown messy and unkempt.
His trusted maid was holding his crying son, her face pale but determined.
Arthur: What on earth is happening in my home?!
Nora: Arthur! Thank goodness you are home! This woman attacked me!
Nora quickly scrambled to her feet, placing a hand over her heart in fake distress.
She rushed toward her husband, trying to lean against his shoulder for comfort.
Nora: She lost her mind, Arthur! She tried to steal the baby and pushed me down!
Elena: That is a complete lie, Mr. Foster!
Arthur looked at Elena, his dark eyes filled with deep confusion and rising anger.
He had known Elena for years, and she had always been completely honest and loyal.
He gently set Nora aside and walked toward the center of the room.
Arthur: Elena, explain yourself right now. Why is my son crying?
Elena: Look at the bottle near your feet, sir.
Arthur glanced down at the glass baby bottle resting on the white floor.
Elena: She tampered with his milk. I watched her pour crushed pills into it.
Nora's breath hitched, and she took a step backward toward the grand window.
Nora: She is making up stories because I threatened to fire her yesterday!
Arthur: Silence, Nora!
Arthur crouched down and picked up the milk bottle with extreme care.
He held the liquid up to the bright sunlight streaming through the windows.
Faint white particles were still floating near the bottom of the milk.
Arthur’s hands began to shake as a cold realization set over him.
He turned his head slowly to look at his new wife.
Arthur: Is this true, Nora?
Nora: Of course not! She put that in there to frame me!
Elena: Check the security cameras in the hallway, Mr. Foster.
Elena: Check the small trash bin in the bathroom. She threw the pill bottle there.
Nora's face went completely white as the truth tightened around her.
She had forgotten about the private security system installed throughout the penthouse suite.
Arthur saw the guilt written across her face, and his chest heaved with fury.
He handed the baby bottle to Elena while keeping his eyes locked on Nora.
Arthur: You dared to harm my innocent child in my own home?
Nora: Arthur, please listen to me! We can talk about this in private!
Arthur: There is nothing left to talk about.