The hallway fell into a deep and heavy silence.
Clara stumbled backward until her heel hit the gold trim on the baseboard.
Clara: Marcus, I can explain everything!
Marcus: There is nothing left to explain.
Marcus turned his back on Clara and walked directly toward Elena.
He reached out gently and checked his sleeping son's forehead.
Marcus: Is he feeling warm, Elena?
Elena: His fever dropped thirty minutes ago, sir.
Marcus: Thank you for staying by his side all morning.
Clara shook with rage as she watched her husband praise the nanny.
Clara: You are taking the word of a servant over your wife!
Marcus turned around quickly, his eyes flashing with disgust.
Marcus: I am taking the word of my own eyes and ears!
He pulled out his smartphone and tapped the high-resolution video screen.
He held the phone directly in front of Clara's shocked face.
The video clearly showed Clara trying to force the wrong bottle onto the baby.
It showed Elena stepping in bravely to block the mistake.
Marcus: You were negligent and reckless with our child.
Clara: It was an honest mistake, Marcus!
Marcus: And then you lied to my face and accused an innocent worker!
Clara grabbed the lapel of his dark navy suit.
Clara: I was only trying to make him sleep so I could rest!
Marcus: Do not touch me.
Marcus pulled away from her touch with complete coldness.
Marcus: You never cared about this baby from the day he was born.
Clara: That is not true! I love our son!
Marcus: You only loved the family trust fund that came with him.
Clara gasped loudly as if she had been hit by a wave of cold water.
Elena kept her head down to avoid the ugly scene before her.
Marcus: I found the hidden trust fund documents in your desk drawer last night.
Clara: You searched my private study?
Marcus: You were planning to transfer his inheritance into your personal account.
Clara stood frozen under the bright light of the luxury hallway.
Her carefully constructed life of luxury was crumbling around her.
Marcus: You are finished in this house, Clara.