Arthur decided he would not rely on words alone anymore today.
He stood up and carried Leo toward his private home office downstairs.
Clara followed him closely, her face growing paler with every step.
Elena stayed in the hallway, wiping her cheeks with a cloth.
Arthur opened his heavy office door and unlocked his security computer.
He had installed small hidden cameras after his first wife died.
Clara had always assumed the cameras were just on the outside walls.
She stood by the desk, tapping her long red fingernails nervously.
Arthur: Let us see what the cameras recorded earlier today.
Clara: Is that really necessary right now, Arthur?
Arthur: Yes, it is the only way to be sure.
Clara: You should trust your wife over a hired worker!
Arthur: I trust facts above everything else in my life.
Arthur typed his secure password into the high-tech computer monitor.
He pulled up the video feeds from the nursery and hallway.
He adjusted the timeline back to twenty minutes before his arrival.
The screen showed Elena neatly folding clothes near the crib first.
Then Clara walked into the frame holding a small white envelope.
Arthur paused the video clip and zoomed in on Clara's face.
She looked angry and was speaking sharply to the young girl.
Elena looked confused and kept stepping backward toward the door frame.
Clara handed the envelope to Elena, who refused to take it.
Arthur turned his head to stare directly at his silent wife.
Clara looked away, refusing to meet his hard, dark eyes.
Arthur: What was inside that envelope, Clara?
Clara: It was just her monthly salary and a bonus.
Arthur: You do not pay the staff, my accountant does.
Clara: I was trying to help her out, Arthur!
Arthur unmuted the audio recording on his computer system monitor.
The cold truth was about to fill the quiet room.