Mark stood frozen in the center of the massive nursery, his arms trembling as he held baby Noah tight against his shoulder.
Mark: Vanessa, what is the meaning of this audio?
Vanessa: It is fake! She doctored it! You know how technology is these days, Mark!
Maria: I did not doctor anything, sir. I turned on my recorder the moment she stepped into this room with that iron.
Mark: You brought a burning iron into our son's nursery?
Vanessa: I was ironing his little designer clothes! I came in here because the maid left him unattended!
Maria: That is a lie. I was right here organizing the closet when Mrs. Vanessa walked in with the iron already plugged in.
Vanessa: Shut up! You are just a hired maid! How dare you speak to my husband like that!
Mark: Let her speak, Vanessa. Maria has been with my family for five years. She has never lied to me.
Vanessa: So you trust the help over your own wife? Is that what this is?
Maria: Mr. Mark, please look at the clothes in the closet. None of baby Noah's clothes require ironing. They are all soft cotton onesies.
Mark: She is right. Why would you need a heavy steam iron for infant garments?
Vanessa: Because I want everything perfect for my son! Is it a crime to want crisp clothes for my baby?
Mark: On silk mode? The iron was set to maximum heat, Vanessa. I can smell the scorch marks from here.
Vanessa stepped back, her hands shaking as she tried to smooth down her beige silk outfit.
Vanessa: You are taking her side... after everything I have sacrificed for this marriage?
Mark: I am trying to figure out why my wife was holding a scorching iron over my infant son's crib!
Maria: She was upset because you mentioned the prenup agreement this morning, Mr. Mark.
Mark: The prenup? What does the prenuptial agreement have to do with Noah?
Vanessa: Do not listen to her, Mark! She is trying to tear our family apart!
Maria: Right before you walked in, she told me that if Noah had a medical emergency, you would be too distracted to sign the divorce papers.
Mark: What divorce papers? I never said anything about a divorce!
Vanessa: She is making things up out of thin air! She is insane!
Mark: Maria, play the rest of that recording right now.
Maria: Yes, sir. Listen closely to what she says next.
, Maria pressed the screen of her phone with a steady finger.
Vanessa: If anything happens to this baby, Mark will give me whatever settlement I demand just to keep me quiet.
Mark: My God... Vanessa, tell me that isn't your voice.
Vanessa: It's an AI clone! She created it to ruin me and steal my position in this household!
Mark: An AI clone? In five minutes? You think I am an idiot?
Maria: She hit me across the cheek when I pulled the cord out of the wall outlet, Mr. Mark.
Mark: Show me your face, Maria.
Maria turned her face toward the bright window, revealing the dark, angry red welt swelling across her left cheekbone.
Mark: That is a severe burn and a handprint. Vanessa, look at what you did to her!
Vanessa: She attacked me first! I was defending myself!
Mark: A five-foot-tall nanny attacked you while you held a hot iron?
Vanessa: You don't know what she's capable of! She wants your money, Mark! She wants your estate!
Mark: The only person obsessed with my estate in this room is you.
Mark pulled out his smartphone with his free hand, his fingers moving swiftly across the screen.
Vanessa: Who are you calling? Mark, answer me! Who are you calling?
Mark: I am calling my security team and my lawyer. You are not leaving this mansion until the police arrive.