**The Betrayal of a Droplet of Water: A Mother's Worst Nightmare**

"Who did this, Elena?" I whispered, my voice completely stripped of its strength.

Elena looked up from the floor, her fingers trembling as she pulled her uniform apron tight against her chest. "It was Mrs. Vance, ma'am. Your mother-in-law."

The words felt like a physical blow, making my chest tighten as the sound of elegant footsteps suddenly echoed from the hallway.

Ingrid Vance stepped into the kitchen, her expensive silk dress rustling softly as she glanced at us with a cold, superior smile. "What is the meaning of this theater, Vivienne? Why is this servant crying on my son's floor?"

"You poured something into my daughter's bottle," I said, my voice shaking with raw terror as I held up the phone. "Look at the screen, Ingrid. Explain what this is."

Ingrid glanced down at the recording, her jaw muscles tightening for a brief second before her face hardened into a mask of pure, icy arrogance. "A cheap, manipulated video from a low-class thief means absolutely nothing to me."

"It's not fake!" Elena cried out from the floor, her voice cracking with desperation. "I saw you through the door crack, took what wasn't yours to give to a child!"

"Silence, you pathetic peasant!" Ingrid hissed, stepping forward with her hand coming up to gesture sharply at the door. "You are trying to frame me because I caught you neglecting your duties, and my son will have you thrown into a cell by tonight."

"Arthur will see the truth," I yelled, shaking the phone right before her eyes. "He will know his own mother tried to hurt his child!"

Ingrid didn't flinch; instead, she took a slow, menacing step closer until her expensive perfume filled my lungs, her eyes gleaming with absolute malice. "Arthur depends on my inheritance, Vivienne. If you dare show this garbage to anyone, I will ensure he loses everything, and I will take custody of that baby so fast your head will spin."