Arthur set his briefcase down on the marble floor with a quiet thump.
He looked directly into Victoria's eyes, demanding a clear and honest answer.
Arthur Vance: Did you touch that stroller while Clara was away?
Victoria: Of course not, darling, I was standing far away from the stairs!
Clara pointed directly toward the high corner of the large entrance hall.
Nanny Clara: Check the security camera mounted right above the main door, sir.
Victoria's face instantly lost all of its bright, confident summer color.
She had forgotten that Arthur installed new security devices throughout the mansion last week.
Arthur pulled his mobile phone from his inner suit jacket pocket right away.
He opened the security application and tapped on the live footage archive.
The clear video footage showed Victoria clearly pushing the stroller over the edge.
Arthur's jaw clenched tightly in deep rage as he watched the terrible video play.
He looked up from the screen, his eyes filled with pure shock and anger.
Arthur Vance: Don't you dare touch my son ever again!
Victoria backed away slowly, realizing that her cruel plan was totally exposed.
Victoria: Arthur, please, I can explain everything if you just listen!
Arthur raised his hand, ordering her to stop talking immediately in his house.
He reached out gently and took his crying baby boy into his broad arms.