I placed the hotel surveillance footage in front of Scarlett. All she had to do was press play to see the most direct evidence.
Scarlett's hesitant hands quickly darted away as they approached the screen. She then pushed the phone far away.
She already had her answer. She didn't want to see that kind of scene again.
But the phone happened to be pushed towards Quint. He picked it up and played the video.
"If you won't look, I'll take a peek. Who could it be?"
Uncle Bennett's face clearly appeared in the hotel video, and from start to finish, only Uncle Bennett stayed in that room.
Shameful sounds echoed through the office, leaving everyone stunned.
Scarlett covered her ears and wept painfully.
"Stop it, stop it! I said stop playing it!"
As she spoke, she snatched the phone from Quint's hand and smashed it again violently.
The humiliating sounds finally ceased.
The air fell silent, then a resounding slap cut through the quiet.
Quint had slapped Scarlett across the face.