Clara: You think you are so smart, don't you, Ethan?
Ethan: I was blind. But my eyes are wide open now.
Clara: You really believe a court will take a nanny's word over mine?
Ethan: It isn't just her word. She has lab reports. She has photos of your offshore accounts.
Clara: Photos of a laptop screen aren't admissible in court! Any divorce lawyer will tell you that!
Ethan: What about security camera footage?
Clara froze, her cold blue eyes widening slightly as she looked around the high ceilings of the foyer.
Clara: What security footage? You told me the foyer cameras were broken last month!
Ethan: I told you that so you wouldn't look for them.
Clara: You... you lied to me?
Ethan: I replaced the old cameras with hidden motion-activated lenses three weeks ago after Maya told me her first suspicion.
Clara: You trapped me!
Ethan: You trapped yourself the moment you pointed a hot iron at an innocent child's face.
Clara: Ethan, please... think of the family business! If this video leaks to the public, the stock price will plummet!
Ethan: I don't care about the stock price. I care about justice.
Clara: You will lose millions in the settlement! My prenup guarantees me thirty percent of your assets upon divorce!
Ethan: Read your prenup again, Clara. Section 14, Clause B.
Clara: What are you talking about?
Ethan: Any act of domestic violence or cruelty toward a family member immediately nullifies all financial payouts.
Clara: That clause was for physical assault against you!
Ethan: It applies to anyone in this house, including my son. You get nothing. Not a single cent.
Clara let out a bitter, mocking laugh, pacing back and forth on the marble floor, her expensive red heels clicking loudly against the stone.
Clara: You think you can crush me that easily? I have friends on the board! I have powerful political connections!
Ethan: Your political connections won't help you when child abuse charges are filed.
Clara: I will destroy your reputation, Ethan! I will tell the press you abused me!
Ethan: With what proof? Look at the camera right above your head, Clara.
Clara slowly glanced up at the ornate molding near the ceiling. A tiny red light blinked silently in the shadow of the trim.
Ethan: Every word you said, every threat you made, and your assault on my baby were recorded in 4K resolution with high-definition audio.
Clara: Delete it. Delete it right now, Ethan!
Ethan: It's already backed up to a secure cloud server managed by my legal team.
Clara: You planned this... you and that cheap nanny set me up!
Ethan: Maya saved my son's life today. You showed the world what kind of monster you really are.
Clara: Give me the server password!
Clara lunged toward Ethan, her fingers clawing at his velvet jacket, but Ethan grabbed her wrists effortlessly and pushed her back.
Ethan: Keep your hands off me, Clara. Your time in this house is officially over.