Chapter 4 - The Hidden Camera
Vivian let out a harsh, cruel laugh that rattled the glass windows overlooking the gloomy Chicago skyline.
"You can't kick me out, Marcus! I own half this mansion, and no judge will ever take your word over mine!" she sneered.
Martha reached inside her medical tunic pocket with shaking fingers, pulling out a small black smartphone.
"I recorded everything, Mr. Vance," Martha whispered, holding up the screen showing clear, high-definition video footage.
The video showed Vivian holding the cold showerhead over Chloe while mocking the child's helpless weeping.
Vivian's arrogant mask shattered instantly as her face went completely deathly pale in the gloomy daylight.
"Give me that phone, you ungrateful bitch!" Vivian screamed, lunging wildly toward Martha.
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Marcus grabbed Vivian's wrist mid-air with an iron grip, holding her completely immobile.
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