David: Detective Vance, play the video feed from the tablet right now.
Detective Vance: Right away, Mr. Sterling.
Detective Vance stepped forward, holding the digital tablet toward Victoria's pale face. A high-definition video began playing, showing the bathroom camera feed from fifteen minutes earlier. On the screen, Victoria could be clearly seen holding the hot clothing iron against Clara's arm while the little girl screamed in agony.
Victoria: That... that camera is a violation of my privacy! You can't use that in court!
Detective Vance: The nursery and bathroom safety cameras were installed by the estate trust three years ago, Mrs. Sterling. Every frame is cryptographically sealed and live-streamed to our precinct.
David: You burned my daughter because she saw what you put in Sarah's tea, didn't you?
Victoria: Sarah had a heart condition, David! Everyone knows your first wife had a weak heart!
Maria: Mrs. Sarah didn't have a heart condition, Mr. Sterling! I found the digitalis vials hidden behind Victoria's vanity mirror two days ago!
Victoria gasped, her face turning as white as the marble tile beneath her knees. She backed away toward the bathtub, her silk robe trailing in the wet pool of water on the floor.
Victoria: You sneaking little grey-uniformed rat! You searched my private vanity?!
Maria: I searched it because Mrs. Sarah told me three days before she passed that her tea tasted like bitter almonds every time Victoria brought it to her room!
David: Sarah tried to tell me... my God, Sarah tried to tell me and I didn't see it!
Outraged by her horrific cruelty, David handed Clara gently to Maria. He stood up from the floor, his face contorted in pure, dark vengeance as he took two heavy strides toward the bathtub.
David: You will pay for what you did to my family!
Victoria: David, no! Stay back!
David reached down, grabbing Victoria forcefully by her thick dark hair. With a powerful, furious motion, he dragged her forward and dunks her head straight underwater into the tub beneath the American flag.
Violent water splashed over the marble edge as Victoria thrashed wildly, her hands clawing at David's sleeves while muffled, struggling gasps bubbled up from beneath the surface.
David: How does it feel to suffocate, Victoria?! How does it feel when no one listens to you scream?!
Detective Vance: David, stop! Don't ruin your life over this monster!
Detective Vance stepped forward, placing a firm, commanding hand on David's shoulder. David held her underwater for three more terrifying seconds before pulling her head back out of the tub with a sharp jerk.
Victoria gasped for air, coughing violently, her dark hair plastered across her wet face as she slumped against the porcelain rim, weeping in total, pathetic defeat.