Clara gripped a small silver object tightly inside her trembling right palm.
Mark noticed the shiny metal piece resting right beside his crying son.
Mark: Then why is this in your hand!
Clara: Look at it closely before you yell at me!
Clara held out her trembling hand to show the small metal object clearly.
It was a severed latch from the safety harness of the black stroller.
The fabric on the cut strap showed clean edges from a sharp knife blade.
Mark stared at the silver latch while his expression suddenly shifted with confusion.
Mark: Where did you find this piece!
Clara: It was sitting right on the hallway table upstairs!
Victoria: Do not listen to her crazy stories, Mark!
Victoria: She is trying to blame me for her own terrible mistake!
Victoria rushed down the carpeted stairs with her high heels clicking loudly.
She pointed her long fingernail directly at Clara's teary freckled face.
Victoria: She was careless and let the stroller roll near the balcony!
Clara: That is not true at all Mr. Vance!
Clara: I was downstairs cleaning when I heard the latch snap open!
Mark looked back and forth between his hysterical wife and the crying maid.
He picked up his small son gently from Clara's safe and warm arms.
The baby instantly stopped crying once he rested against his father's broad chest.
Mark examined the small silver latch carefully under the bright foyer lights.
He saw the fresh cut marks along the durable nylon harness fabric clearly.
Mark: This strap was sliced intentionally with a pair of scissors.
Victoria: She must have cut it herself to create an excuse!
Clara: Check the nursery baby monitor camera on your phone right now!
Victoria froze instantly in her tracks at the mention of the camera.
Her confident expression melted away into pure terror in a split second.
Mark pulled his smartphone out from his dark grey suit jacket pocket.
Mark: The nursery hallway camera records continuous cloud footage twenty-four seven.
Victoria: Mark, you do not need to look at those silly videos!
Victoria: We need to get this dangerous maid out of our house!
Mark tapped his phone screen with a stern and cold look on his face.
Clara slowly stood up from the hard marble floor and wiped her eyes.
She knew the truth would finally set her free from this terrible nightmare.
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