David: Give my son to me right now!
Rosa: Take him, Mr. Sterling! Wrap him in the dry towels on the table!
David: Why was my newborn son in the deep end of the pool?!
Victoria: I told you, David! She wheeled the stroller right up to the coping!
Victoria: I screamed at her to stop, but she shoved the carriage straight over the ledge!
Rosa: That is a monstrous lie! I was folding blankets in the garden cabana!
Victoria: You are an envious, bitter servant who hates my place in this home!
David cradled little Leo against his chest, feeling the baby's cold, shivering heartbeat.
David: Leo, open your eyes. Daddy is right here, buddy.
Victoria: Look at her uniform, David! She jumped in only after she realized I saw her do it!
Rosa: I dove to the bottom of the pool to unbuckle his chest straps, Mr. Sterling!
Rosa: If I hadn't unclicked that harness, your baby would have drowned in thirty seconds!
Victoria: She is trying to play the heroic savior to cover up attempted murder!
David: How could you do this, Rosa?! My family trusted you for four years!
Rosa: I love this child like my own flesh and blood, sir!
Victoria: Slap some sense into this lying street trash, David, before she runs away!
David's vision turned red with blind, protective panic.
His open hand whipped across the air, striking Rosa hard across the face with a loud crack.
The blow knocked Rosa sideways onto the wet flagstones, her knees scraping against the rough rock.
She clutched her bruised, burning cheek, tears streaming through the pool water on her skin.
Rosa: The camera recorded everything!
David froze in mid-breath, his hand hanging in the warm summer breeze.
David: What did you just say?
Rosa: Look above the patio roof! Look right at the corner beam!
Rosa pointed a shaking, wet finger toward the white wooden ceiling overhang.
Mounted inside the carved crown molding was a dome CCTV camera, its small red recording light glowing bright.
Victoria's smug sneer vanished in an instant, her green satin gown rustling as she took a nervous step back.
Victoria: That camera is old! The contractor told me the patio wiring was shut off for pool repairs!
Rosa: The estate security line was never shut off, Victoria!
David: You told me the pool cameras were disconnected, Victoria.
Victoria: That is what the electrician reported on Monday morning, darling!
Rosa: Pull up the live cloud feed on your phone, Mr. Sterling! Check it right now!
David reached into his pocket with trembling fingers, pulling out his smartphone.
He unlocked the private security application with his thumbprint, pulling up the patio camera.
On the high-definition screen, crystal-clear 4K video showed the terrace from three minutes earlier.
It showed Victoria standing over the stroller, looking around to see if the yard was empty.
It showed her hands firmly gripping the handle, shoving the pram with vicious force into the deep water.
Then it showed Rosa sprinting from the cabana, diving without hesitation to rescue the child.
David stared at the screen, the blood draining from his face until he looked like chalk.
He turned around slowly, his eyes locking onto Victoria with lethal, terrifying fury.
His right hand cut through the air, delivering a thunderous slap that knocked Victoria flat onto the deck.
Victoria gasped on the stones, totally unaware that the safe in David's study held a secret that would finish her.