Richard: Victoria? What is all this screaming about up here?
A tall man dressed in a sharp charcoal suit stepped into the hallway, carrying a heavy leather briefcase.
Victoria: Richard! Thank God! The maid found the hidden room!
Richard: What? How could she possibly find that?
Elena: Mr. Vance, your wife taped this child's hands and locked him inside the drywall!
Richard stopped in his tracks, staring at the small child currently sobbing into Elena's uniform.
Richard: Victoria... you told me he was with the private nanny at the beach house!
Victoria: I lied, okay?! The nanny quit this morning because she threatened to go to the authorities!
Elena: So you put your own son behind a painting like trash?
Victoria: He isn't my son!
The hallway fell into a deafening silence as Victoria's words echoed off the marble walls.
Elena: What do you mean he isn't your son?
Richard: Shut your mouth, Victoria! Not another word!
Victoria: No, Richard! I won't go to prison for your twisted games! Tell her who that boy really belongs to!
Elena: Whose child is this, Mr. Vance?
Richard adjusted his silk tie, his face darkening with anger as he glared at his wife.
Richard: He is the legal heir to the Vance Trust. That is all you need to know, young lady.
Elena: He looks barely two years old! Who is his mother?
Victoria: His real mother was my sister, Sarah! She died six months ago under very mysterious circumstances!
Elena: Oh my God...
Richard: Silence! You signed a non-disclosure agreement, Victoria!
Victoria: Sarah left her entire estate and her share of the family business directly to this baby! Richard took legal guardianship so he could control the money!
Elena: You took your deceased sister's baby just for an inheritance?
Richard: I provided this child with a mansion, food, and clothes!
Elena: You allowed your wife to tape his hands and lock him in a dark wall pocket!
Richard: Give me that boy right now, Elena. You're stepping into family affairs that will ruin your life.
Elena: Don't touch him!
Richard stepped forward, reaching out with a large hand to grab the boy's jacket.
Elena: I swear to God, if you touch us, I will push this live stream broadcast directly to the internet!
Richard froze, staring at the smartphone screen where tiny numbers were rapidly counting up live viewers.
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