Before Ethan could respond, a uniform-clad hospital security guard stepped out of the adjacent monitoring station, flanked by a secondary guard holding a digital clipboard.
Victoria’s eyes darted frantically around the corridor.
"Ethan, please!" Victoria cried, her voice escalating into a hysterical plea. "Look at my face! Look at my arm! Are you going to take his word over your wife’s?!"
Arthur didn't argue. He didn't raise his voice. Instead, he slowly raised his right arm and pointed a calm, steady finger directly at the ceiling above the door of Suite 402.
Mounted on the smooth white ceiling was a black dome security camera, its small red indicator light pulsing slowly in continuous recording mode.
"Stop," Ethan whispered, his eyes following his father’s finger.
"Son," Arthur said, turning his head toward the security team. "I haven't even heard what she was yelling about inside the room. But that camera overhead... it recorded everything from the moment she walked into this hallway."