Arthur looked back and forth between his crying wife and the steady maid.
The air in the grand foyer felt icy, heavy, and full of suspicion.
Arthur was a man of cold logic who trusted facts over loud tears.
He held his small son tightly while looking deep into Elena's steady eyes.
Arthur: You have served this house faithfully for two full years, Elena.
Elena: I loved your late wife, sir, and I protect this baby daily.
Victoria: She is playing on your sympathy, Arthur! Look at my torn clothes!
Arthur: Victoria, stop screaming for one second so I can think.
Arthur walked down two steps and looked at the broken porcelain vase below.
He noticed that the pieces fell inward toward the center of the hall.
If Elena had pushed Victoria, the vase would have shattered outwards instead.
His corporate instincts told him that something about this scene felt entirely staged.
Arthur: Elena, why would Victoria put her own stepson in danger?
Elena: Because of the life insurance and the family inheritance documents, sir.
Victoria's sharp face turned instantly white at the mention of those legal papers.
Victoria: What ridiculous nonsense are you babbling about now?!
Elena: I found the legal files inside your private study desk yesterday.
Elena: She hired a crooked estate lawyer to change your primary will!
Arthur turned his sharp gaze back onto his young, beautiful wife.
Arthur: Is this true, Victoria? Have you been meeting with lawyers?
Victoria: No! She is making up insane lies to save her job!
Elena: Ask her about the meeting she scheduled for three o'clock today!
Elena: She signed papers to take control of Leo's trust account!
Victoria stepped forward and raised her hand, shouting in pure rage.
Victoria: Shut your mouth, you filthy, lying little maid!
Arthur reached out quickly and grabbed Victoria's arm before she moved closer.
Arthur: Do not you dare raise a hand in my home!
Victoria: Arthur, release my arm! You are taking her side over mine!
Arthur: I am taking the side of my son's safety and well-being!
The front door bell suddenly rang loudly through the high mansion ceiling.
Two uniformed police officers stood outside on the grand stone porch.
The head butler had secretly called them when the initial shouting began.
Officer Miller: We received a emergency call regarding a domestic dispute here.
Victoria: Officers! Arrest this maid for attempting to kidnap my child!
Arthur: Hold on, officers. Nobody is being arrested until we check the feed.
Victoria: What feed?! What are you talking about, Arthur?
Arthur: The high-definition security system I installed across the house last week.