Arthur took the small smartphone from Elena's shaking hands and hit the play button on the center screen.
The crystal clear high definition video began playing with audio booming through the quiet marble entrance hall room.
Clara's voice echoed loudly from the phone speakers as she complained bitterly about the helpless crying baby boy.
Arthur watched his wife lock the nursery door from the outside while the child cried inside his little crib.
Then the camera followed Clara straight into the master study as she tried to force open the metal safe.
Arthur's jaw clenched tightly with intense anger as he saw his wife searching through his private trust papers.
Arthur: You locked my motherless son in his room so you could steal his inheritance legal documents?
Clara: Darling please listen to me, that video is a complete fake created by AI software online!
Elena: You can check the digital file timestamps directly on the phone storage system, Mr. Vance.
Arthur looked down at his wife with eyes cold enough to freeze the warm sun outside the front doors.
He pulled his own personal cellphone out of his navy suit pocket and dialed his head security officer immediately.
Arthur: Marcus, bring two security guards up to the main mansion foyer right now without any delay.
Clara realized that her soft web of deception was completely unraveling right before her very eyes today.
She dropped her expensive designer handbag onto the polished white floor and fell to her knees in tears.
Clara: I only wanted to secure our family future because I was scared you would leave me nothing!
Arthur: You signed a legal prenuptial agreement before our wedding day six short months ago, Clara.
Arthur: You knew that my son's trust fund was completely off limits to anyone outside the biological bloodline.
The heavy front double doors swung open again as three tall estate security guards stepped into the grand foyer.
Marcus walked up to Arthur and bowed his head respectfully while waiting for his employer's direct order.
Marcus: What are your instructions regarding the current situation in the house, Mr. Vance?
Arthur: Please escort my wife to her private bedroom and ensure she does not touch any family documents.
Clara: You cannot treat me like a common criminal in my own home, Arthur!
Arthur: This is no longer your home, Clara, so please pack your personal clothes before the police arrive.
The security team gently escorted the screaming woman up the curved staircase toward her private luxury master suite.
Arthur turned back toward Elena, his eyes softening as he looked at his peaceful sleeping baby boy again.