Clara planted her wet hands firmly on her hips, her voice ringing out across the sprawling courtyard with a clarity that cut straight through Victoria's fake tears[cite: 5].
Clara: She tried to kill your son in cold blood, and you're handing her the keys to the kingdom[cite: 5]!
Arthur: You have zero proof, you wretched thief! Victoria has been by his side through every medical crisis while you just clean the floors[cite: 5]!
Victoria: Just let her go, Arthur. She's clearly unstable. We should call the police and have her locked up for attempted murder[cite: 5].
Clara: Call them! Call the police right now! Let's see what they have to say when they review the estate logs[cite: 5]!
Arthur: There are no cameras on the private patio, you fool[cite: 5]. It's your word against my fiancée's, and you're just a hired servant[cite: 5].
Julian: Dad... look at the garden wall... please[cite: 5]...
The young heir raised a trembling hand, pointing past the decorative flower beds toward a small, dark lens mounted high among the dense green foliage[cite: 5].
Arthur: What are you pointing at, son[cite: 5]? There's nothing back there except hedges[cite: 5].
A sharp, metallic whir broke the heavy silence of the courtyard as the hidden lens slowly pivoted on its motorized mount, the tiny red recording light blinking steadily in the morning light[cite: 5].