Victoria's golden sequined dress rustled as she took an abrupt step backward, her breath catching in her throat.
Victoria: Security footage...? What security footage?
Brandon: Did you really think I wouldn't notice the security cameras installed along the balcony ceiling, Victoria?
Victoria: Those cameras were turned off last week! The technician said the main server was undergoing maintenance!
Brandon: The main server was updated yesterday afternoon. Every single inch of this balcony is recorded in full 4K resolution with crystal-clear audio.
Victoria: No... no, that's impossible!
Brandon: The camera right behind that framed American flag recorded your face, Victoria. It recorded you lifting Leo, stepping over to the railing, looking down at Clara, and deliberately opening your hands!
Victoria's face turned completely ghostly white. Her hands trembled so hard she had to reach out and hold onto the wall for support.
Victoria: Brandon... please. Listen to me. We can work this out privately. We don't have to ruin our family name over a mistake!
Brandon: A mistake?! You tried to end a baby's life for money!
Victoria: I was desperate, Brandon! My mother's medical bills were piling up, and my father was threatening to sell our family estate in New York!
Brandon: So you decided to pay your family's debts with my son's life?!
Victoria: You have millions, Brandon! You could have easily given me a larger allowance from the trust fund, but you kept everything locked away for the boy!
Brandon: That money belonged to Leo! It was never yours to touch!
Victoria: I am the lady of this mansion! I deserve a share of this wealth!
Brandon: You deserve to spend the rest of your life inside a state prison cell!