David: Lily, what did you just say about your mother?
Lily: Mom saw her, Daddy. She was watching from the wall upstairs.
Victoria: David, this is ridiculous! The child is hallucinating! Your late wife passed away two years ago!
Vanessa: She's confused, David! Kids make up crazy stories all the time when they want attention!
David: Quiet, both of you! Lily, look at Daddy. What do you mean Mom was watching?
Lily: The picture of Mom in the hall upstairs. The little red light was blinking on it when Victoria went into the room with the flower cupboard.
David felt a cold chill run down his spine as he stared at his daughter.
David: The nanny camera behind Sarah's portrait... It records directly to my private computer server.
Victoria: A camera?! David, you never told me there were hidden cameras upstairs!
David: Sarah put it there to check on Lily when she was a baby. I forgot it was even plugged in.
Vanessa: David, you are not seriously going to listen to a seven-year-old over your own fiancee and your own sister!
David: Why are you shaking so much, Vanessa?
Vanessa: I am not shaking! I am outraged that you would humiliate Victoria in front of forty dinner guests!
David: If Victoria has nothing to hide, then checking a bedroom cupboard shouldn't humiliate anyone.
Victoria: David, I am five months pregnant! You are stressing me out, and it's dangerous for the baby!
Lily: It's not a real baby. It's soft like my bed cushion.
Victoria: Shut up, you little brat!
The entire dining room went dead silent. David's eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at Victoria.
David: Do not ever yell at my daughter again.
Victoria: David, I'm sorry... I'm just so overwhelmed by these insane accusations!
David: If it's an insane accusation, prove it. Come upstairs with me right now.
Vanessa: David, think about the press! Think about our family reputation!
David: My family reputation is based on honor, Vanessa. Mark, shut the main doors of the hall.
Mark: Yes, Mr. Sterling. Security is standing by the exits.
David: Nobody leaves this room until I find out what is inside that cupboard.
Victoria: You can't lock us in here! This is false imprisonment!
David: I am not locking the guests in, Victoria. I am locking you and Vanessa in until I get to the bottom of this.
Vanessa: David, please... let's discuss this privately in your office without making a scene!
David: The scene was already made when my daughter pointed out your lie. Up the stairs. Now.
David stood up from his chair and took Lily's small hand in his. He gestured toward the grand marble staircase, his voice dropping to a low, stern pitch that commanded complete obedience.
Lily: Daddy, is Victoria going to go to jail?
David: We are going to find out right now, sweetheart.
Victoria: I am not moving a single inch!
David: Mark, assist my fiancee upstairs. Gently, but firmly.
Mark: Right away, sir.
Victoria gasped as two large security guards stepped up on either side of her silver sequin dress, forcing her to walk toward the stairs while Vanessa followed behind, wringing her hands in absolute panic.