Victoria's eyes widened in horror as she stared at the glowing red security camera lenses.
Victoria: You... you have cameras inside the residential grand foyer?
Arthur: Every single angle of this mansion is recorded in forty-four eight-k clarity.
Martha: The truth was caught on high-definition video the second you moved your foot.
Victoria: Arthur, please, let us talk about this privately upstairs!
Arthur: There is nothing left to discuss between us, Victoria.
Arthur turned to his two security officers who had been standing at attention nearby.
Arthur: Escort this woman to her private quarters so she can pack one bag.
Guard: Yes, Mr. Vance. Right away, sir.
Victoria: Get your hands off me! Do not touch my dress!
Arthur: You have ten minutes to clear your personal belongings from my property.
The security guards firmly guided Victoria away from the marble staircase toward the guest wing.
Her shrill complaints echoed down the long hallway until the heavy doors clicked shut.
Arthur turned back to his son and knelt down on the white floor once again.
He pulled Julian into a warm, protective embrace, resting his chin on the boy's head.
Arthur: I am so sorry I was not here to shield you earlier, Julian.
Julian: Martha took care of me, Dad. She is the best.
Arthur: Martha, you will be compensated with a full partnership in our private estate management.
Martha: I do not need extra money, sir, I only care about Julian's happiness.
Arthur: You proved your loyalty today, and this family will always honor you.
The family doctor arrived ten minutes later to examine Julian's minor elbow bruises.
By evening, Victoria had been officially removed from the estate grounds by local law enforcement.
The private security footage was handed directly to the police department for legal processing.
Arthur cancelled his upcoming business trips to spend every single day with his beloved son.
Warm daylight filled the mansion once again, erasing the cold shadow of Victoria's greed forever.