Julian gently scooped the crying baby into his arms, pulling the infant tightly against his chest while rising slowly to his feet. The charcoal grey suit he wore was stained with dust and tears, matching the chaotic wreckage of the family gathering around them. He stepped toward Beatrice, his jaw clenched so tightly that a muscle jumped furiously in his cheek. Beatrice tried to maintain her arrogant posture, but the trembling of her manicured fingers betrayed the deep panic settling into her chest. The elite guests backed away against the white marble pillars, creating a wide circle of tense silence around the unfolding family war.
Julian: An accident? I saw you throw my child from the upper gallery with my own eyes, Beatrice!
Beatrice: You are hysterical, Julian! That little brat is nothing but a financial burden on our corporate trust fund!
Clara: She's a human being, you ruthless sociopath! She's your own granddaughter!
Beatrice: I have no grandchildren born out of a gold-digging arrangement like yours, Clara.
The air grew thick with the toxic stench of betrayal, greed, and generational hatred that had poisoned the Vance dynasty for decades. Julian looked at the woman who had raised him, realizing that beneath the tailored emerald green silk lay a cold-blooded monster. He pulled his smartphone from his pocket with his free hand, his thumb swiping across the screen with absolute precision. The estate security cameras recorded every single second of the horrific drop, storing the digital proof directly on the cloud server. Beatrice's eyes flicked down toward the phone, her confident facade finally cracking as she realized her iron grip on the family empire was gone.
Julian: The security footage is already downloading to the local police precinct server, mother.
Beatrice: You wouldn't dare arrest your own flesh and blood over a minor domestic dispute!
Julian: You tried to murder my baby daughter. You aren't my mother anymore; you are a criminal suspect.
Clara: Make sure she doesn't leave this hall. Lock the front gates immediately!
Guard One: Nobody is leaving the premises. Stay right where you are, Mrs. Vance.