The heavy iron gates of the Vance estate swung wide as David slammed his foot onto the gas pedal. His luxury sports car roared down the private driveway, tires screeching against the wet pavement. His mind was racing, fueled by the frantic phone call he had received just ten minutes ago from his mother. She had claimed that the new live-in maid was neglecting his infant son in the third-floor nursery, letting the baby starve while ignoring his desperate cries.
David stormed through the front entrance of the mansion, ignoring the butler who tried to greet him. Anger burned hot behind his eyes as he marched up the grand marble staircase, two steps at a time. He had hired this maid only two weeks ago, trusting her to care for his only heir after his wife passed away. The thought of anyone hurting his innocent child sent a wave of uncontrollable fury through his veins.
He reached the heavy oak doors of the luxury nursery and drew a black handgun from his jacket holster. With one swift motion, he violently kicked open the double doors, the wood cracking against the doorstops. He charged inside, his face twisted in intense rage as he brought the weapon up.
David: Put my son down!
Elena: Please! Look at the monitor!
Elena stood beside the crib in her blue uniform, her hands trembling as she held the swaddled newborn baby tightly against her chest. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks as she cowered near the medical equipment. David pointed the gun directly at her chest, his finger tightening on the trigger.
David: Step away from the crib right now, Elena! I will not ask you twice!
Elena: Mr. Vance, please! You need to look at the screen! Your son wasn't refusing the milk!
David: Shut up! My mother said you were ignoring him!
Elena: Someone inside this house has been poisoning him!
David's eyes widened in complete horror as the steady, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor filled the silence of the room, forcing him to look down at the glowing digital display.