Arthur: Nora, take Lily down to the kitchen and get her some warm milk.
Nora: Yes, Mr. Vance. Come along, sweetheart.
Victoria: Oh, so now you're banishing me in my own home?
Arthur: Stay right where you are, Victoria. We need to have a serious conversation.
The man slowly turns toward the blonde woman with an ice-cold, furious glare as dramatic tension builds in the room.
A dramatic musical swell echoed through the hallway speakers as Arthur stood up to his full height.
Victoria: Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't do anything wrong!
Arthur: I checked the tablet synced to the nursery intercom five minutes ago.
Victoria: The... the intercom tablet?
Arthur: It records audio automatically twenty-four hours a day. I heard every single word you said to my daughter.
Victoria's face drained of all color, her lips parting in silent, absolute terror.
Victoria: Arthur, wait, let me explain! I was just stressed out from the charity gala!
Arthur: You threatened to burn my child. That is the last thing you will ever do in this house.
Victoria: You can't throw me out! My name is on the deed to this mansion!
Arthur: Your name will be on divorce papers and a criminal indictment by tonight.
Federal marshals stepped out from the stairwell landing, their badges gleaming under the hallway lights.
Lead Marshal: Victoria Vance, you are under arrest for child endangerment and domestic assault.
Victoria shrieked as cold steel handcuffs snapped tightly around her delicate wrists.
Victoria: This isn't over! You'll regret this, Arthur!
Arthur turned his back on her without a single word, walking down the stairs to check on his daughter.
True justice had finally arrived, washing away years of deceit and restoring peace to their home.