The entire foyer fell into an icy silence as the high-definition monitor replayed the moment above the staircase landing.
Brandon: Let’s see what actually happened up there...
On the screen, Victoria was seen holding baby Lucas directly over the upper balcony banister, looking down into the open foyer while Elena worked below with a dust rag.
Chloe: See, Dad? Elena wasn't even upstairs! Victoria had him!
Brandon: Victoria... what is this video?
Victoria: Brandon, wait! That’s... that video isn't showing the whole context! The angle is distorted!
On the wall monitor, the timestamp flashed clearly as Victoria deliberately opened both of her hands, releasing the infant over the fifteen-foot drop into the open air.
Brandon: You... you dropped him. You held him over the railing and let go!
Elena: I saw him falling from above! I ran and dove across the floor to catch him before he hit the hard wood!
Brandon: You let go of my baby boy!
Victoria clutched the wooden railing behind her, her eyes darting back and forth between the monitor and Brandon’s enraged face.
Victoria: It was a mistake! He was squirming so hard, Brandon! My hands were slippery from lotion!
Brandon: Slippery? You held him OUT past the banister! You didn't slip, you leaned over!
Victoria: You’re misinterpreting the video clip! I would never hurt our child!
Chloe: He’s not your child! You always say that when Dad isn't home!
Brandon: What did you say, Chloe?
Chloe: She told me yesterday that Lucas and I were taking away her inheritance money!
Brandon stood up, holding Lucas securely against his chest as his posture stiffened into sheer, lethal fury.
Brandon: How could you do this? How could you do this to an innocent infant?
Victoria: Brandon, listen to me! Get out of my house, Elena! Pack your things and get out!
Brandon: She’s not going anywhere! YOU get out of my house!
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