Chapter 4
"Excuse me? Is that any way to speak to your wife after I've spent all day managing this massive estate?" Victoria scoffed defensively.
"Management? You call locking my six-year-old daughter in the kitchen and forcing her to eat from a dog bowl management?" Richard roared.
The thunderous boom of his voice rattled the crystal vases on the mahogany tables, making Victoria physically recoil in genuine shock.
"That... that is an absurd exaggeration! The child is just acting out for attention because you spoil her rotten!" Victoria stammered wildly.
Richard pulled his tablet from his navy blue suit pocket, his thumb tapping the screen with cold, mechanical precision.
He tapped the AirPlay icon, instantly transmitting the high-definition footage from the kitchen smart home cameras onto the large wall monitor.
The screen flickered to life, projecting crystal-clear, unedited video of Victoria cruelly pushing Sophie toward the silver dog bowl that morning.
Victoria’s color drained instantly from her face, turning her tanned skin into a sickly, chalky gray as she stared at the giant display.
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"No... that footage is manipulated, it's AI-generated trash!" Victoria shrieked, her aristocratic composure shattering into a million jagged pieces.
"The cameras are hardwired to an encrypted local server with military-grade timestamps; you can't bribe or hack your way out of this," Richard stated coldly.
