The high-definition video played across the laptop screen, showing Victoria sneaking into Emily's bedroom, opening her desk drawer, and pulling out the silver security fob.
Richard: My God...
Emily: Keep watching, Dad. Look at the timestamp on the screen.
The video timestamp showed 02:52 AM. Two minutes later, the secondary window displayed the bank transfer portal sending four million dollars directly to a Zurich account under the name 'Victoria Reed LLC.'
Richard: You... you stole the money from my late wife's estate fund?
Victoria: Richard, darling... please! She set me up! This is a deepfake video!
Richard: This is my own security server footage, Victoria!
Victoria: I did it for us! I was trying to invest the money for our future!
Richard: You framed my daughter! You made me scream at my own child and throw her out into the rain!
Richard stood up from his leather chair, his face contorted in pure, agonizing rage as he slammed his fists onto the desk.
Richard: Where is my mother?! Where is Eleanor?!
Emily: She locked Grandma in the second-floor library, Dad!
Richard: YOU LOCKED MY MOTHER IN THE LIBRARY?!
Richard charged around the desk, his massive frame looming over Victoria as she cowered against the bookshelf.
Victoria: She was going to ruin everything! She was going to tell you before the deed was signed!
Richard: You greedy, evil monster!
Richard pulled the key from Victoria's red dress pocket, tossing it straight to Emily.
Richard: Go unlock your grandmother right now, Emily!
Emily: I'm going, Dad!
Emily sprinted out of the study, her footsteps echoing down the long hallway toward the library.
Richard turned back to Victoria, his voice dangerously low and trembling with disgust.
Richard: You took my wife's memory, my daughter's honor, and my family's peace. You will pay for every single second of pain you caused under this roof.