Victoria knocked hard on the dark wood door of Arthur's private study.
Arthur opened the door immediately with a tired, stressed look on his face.
Arthur: Victoria, what is going on out here in the hall?
Victoria: Sir, I have solid proof of what happened on the stairs.
Clara came running down the hallway while shouting at the top voice.
Her green dress swished loudly as she rushed toward the study door.
Clara: Arthur, she stole private property from your security room office!
Arthur: Silence, Clara! Let Victoria speak her words right now.
Victoria pulled the small black flash drive out from her apron pocket.
She held it out respectfully toward Arthur with a steady, confident hand.
Victoria: This drive contains the full video footage from the foyer camera.
Arthur: Let us view this on my computer screen immediately, Victoria.
They stepped inside the study room and Arthur locked the heavy door.
Clara pounded furiously on the hard wood panels from the outside hall.
Clara: Open this door right now, Arthur, you cannot trust her!
Arthur inserted the small flash drive into his desktop computer port quietly.
The screen lit up with the crisp, clear camera video of the staircase.
He watched as Clara grabbed the frame and intentionally pushed young Leo.
He saw his innocent child fall down the hard marble steps in terror.
Arthur's jaw clenched tightly as immense anger washed over his entire face.
Arthur: My God, she intentionally placed my child in terrible danger.
Victoria: She also took your late wife's private jewelry box yesterday.
Arthur opened his desk drawer and pulled out his cell phone quickly.
He dialed the local police department dispatcher with absolute determination.
Arthur: I need police officers at the Vance estate right away.
He finished the phone call and walked directly toward the study door.
He unlocked the heavy door and pulled it open with great force.
Clara fell forward slightly because she was pressing against the wood outside.
Clara: Arthur, darling, she manipulated that video footage somehow!
Arthur: Do not lie to me ever again, you cruel, evil woman!
Clara: I am your legal wife, you cannot treat me like this!
Arthur: Our marriage was built entirely on your wicked lies and greed.
Arthur stood like a massive protective shield in front of his home.
His two security guards walked up the hall to assist their employer.
Arthur: Escort this woman to the living room until the police arrive.
Clara: You cannot arrest me for a simple domestic misunderstanding!
The guards stood firm on both sides of Clara to prevent escape.
Her face turned red with deep embarrassment and extreme rage.