The massive front double doors swung open with a heavy, dramatic creak.
Bright morning sunlight flared through the entrance, framing a tall figure in navy.
Arthur Vance stepped inside, carrying a dark leather briefcase from his flight.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the terrible mess near the stairs.
The stroller lay broken on its side, and Leo was crying hysterically in Clara's lap.
Arthur Vance: What is happening to my house right now?
Victoria immediately changed her expression, putting on a fake look of deep worry.
She hurried toward Arthur with her hands clasped tightly together over her chest.
Victoria: Oh Arthur, the careless nanny let the stroller fall down the stairs!
Clara stood up quickly, holding the weeping baby securely in her trembling arms.
Nanny Clara: That is a complete lie, Mr. Vance!
Arthur stepped forward, his eyes darting between his emotional nanny and his fiancee.
Arthur Vance: Clara, tell me exactly what just took place here.
Nanny Clara: She deliberately shoved your baby down the marble stairs to kill him!
Victoria gasped loudly, pretending to be deeply hurt by the terrifying accusation.
Victoria: How can you accuse me of such a terrible thing in my own home?
Arthur looked closely at Victoria, noticing her sudden nervous shift in posture.
He stepped closer to the stairs, looking down at the broken stroller wheels.
The room became completely quiet except for the baby's soft, rhythmic whimpers.