Clara: Hang up that phone! Mark, stop talking to them!
Mark: She is hostile and dangerous. Please dispatch officers right now. I have video proof from my home security feed.
Clara: You traitor! You ruined my life over a servant's gossip!
Mark: Nora saved my daughter's life while you dropped her off a second-floor balcony[cite: 1]! You ruined your own life the moment you touched that wooden railing[cite: 1]!
Clara backed away from him, her expensive heels clicking loudly against the polished marble floor[cite: 1]. She looked toward the front entrance doors, realizing her time was running out fast.
Clara: If I'm going down, I'm taking my jewelry with me!
She turned and sprinted up the grand staircase toward the master bedroom. Mark didn't even chase after her. He stood calmly in the marble hallway, listening to the operator on the phone.
Mark: Yes, operator. She's running upstairs to the master suite now. Please hurry.
Upstairs, Nora stood inside the nursery with the door locked, listening to Clara screaming down the hallway as she shoved drawers open in the master bedroom.
Nora: Shh... it's okay, little one. Your daddy is protecting us now.
The newborn quieted down, resting her tiny head against Nora's apron. Less than ten minutes later, the sharp sound of police sirens echoed down the long private driveway outside the mansion.
Red and blue lights flashed through the high front windows, illuminating the white walls and the American flag hanging in the hallway[cite: 1]. Three armed police officers burst through the main double doors with their weapons ready.
Officer Davis: Police! Is everyone okay in here?
Mark: Officer, over here. My wife is upstairs in the master bedroom trying to pack her bags.
Officer Davis: Where is the child?
Mark: Safe in the nursery with our maid. Here is my phone. Look at this security footage right here.
Officer Davis took the phone and watched the recording. His eyes narrowed in disgust as he saw Clara dangle the tiny infant over the banister and let go[cite: 1].
Officer Davis: Good Lord... clear the stairs! Officers, move up to the second floor right now!
Deputy Smith: Moving up!
Two deputies rushed up the wooden staircase, their heavy boots thundering against the steps[cite: 1]. Within seconds, loud screams and crashing glass echoed from the master suite above.
Clara: Get your hands off me! I didn't do anything wrong! Mark set me up!
Deputy Smith: Stop resisting, ma'am! Put your hands behind your back!
Clara: That video is a fake! It's an AI video made by the maid!
Deputy Smith: Save it for the judge, lady. You're under arrest for attempted first-degree murder and child endangerment.