Patricia: What is that supposed to mean?! Are you accusing me of planning this?!
Maria: You asked the technician to disable the foyer cameras yesterday afternoon. I was in the kitchen when you made the phone call.
Richard: What? Patricia, did you call the security company yesterday?
Patricia: No! Of course not! She's making things up on the spot to save herself!
Richard: I pay over ten thousand dollars a month for full estate security. Why would the foyer cameras be offline today?
Patricia: I don't know, Richard! Maybe the system glitched! Why are you cross-examining me like I'm a criminal in a courtroom?!
Maria: Mr. Davis, please ask her about the trust fund documents. The ones your family attorney brought over last Tuesday.
Patricia: You nosy, miserable maid! You've been going through our private legal papers?!
Maria: I saw the papers left on the study table while dusting, sir. The trust fund states that if anything happens to Lily, the entire estate and life insurance policies revert directly to Mrs. Davis as the primary beneficiary.
Richard: Is this true, Patricia?
Patricia: That's standard estate planning! You signed those documents yourself three months ago, Richard! You know how our living trust works!
Richard: Yes, but I signed them thinking we were protecting our daughter's future, not giving someone a financial incentive to eliminate her!
Patricia: How dare you suggest such a disgusting thing! I love Lily! I treat her like my own daughter!
Maria: Then why did you take her special blanket away from her this morning and lure her up to the second-floor balcony railing?
Patricia: I was showing her the morning view!
Maria: You showed her the view by picking her up and dangling her over the edge?!
Patricia: I slipped! I mean... I didn't touch her! She climbed up herself!
Richard stepped closer to his wife. His eyes narrowed, filled with a sudden, chilling realization. The inconsistencies in her story were multiplying by the second.
Richard: First you said Maria pushed her from the balcony. Then you said Maria dropped her upstairs and ran down. Now you're saying Lily climbed the railing herself?
Patricia: I... I'm confused, Richard! I'm in shock! My mind is racing because I almost lost my baby stepdaughter!
Richard: She is a two-year-old child! The balcony railing is four feet high! She cannot climb that railing by herself!
Patricia: You're twisting my words! You're letting this servant manipulate you against your own wife!
Maria: Look at Lily, Mr. Davis. Look at who she is reaching for right now.
The toddler was wrapping her tiny arms around Maria's neck, burying her face into Maria's maid outfit and crying softly, while shrinking away every time Patricia stepped closer.
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