The loud crash of shattering glass echoed through the hallway as servants rushed into the room.
Arthur raised his hand calmly to stop the security staff from moving any closer to the scene.
Arthur: Please escort Sarah upstairs to her room so she can pack her personal belongings.
Sarah: You are kicking me out of my own home on the day I was supposed to marry?
Arthur: This home belongs to Clara, and you lost your right to live here today.
Ethan stepped over the broken glass and knelt down softly in front of Clara's chair.
He reached up and gently took her cold trembling hands into his own warm grip.
Ethan: Are you and the baby feeling okay right now, Clara, speak to me please?
Clara: I am just so overwhelmed by everything that happened in such a short time.
Ethan: I promise you that no one is ever going to hurt or disrespect you again.
Sarah glared at the two of them with deep bitter hatred as two guards stepped beside her.
Sarah: You two deserve each other, and you will regret doing this to me today!
Aunt Eleanor: Save your breath, Sarah, because no one here wants to hear your empty threats.
Sarah turned around sharply and marched up the grand staircase with her lace train trailing behind.
Arthur walked over to his daughter and sat down gently on the soft arm of the couch.
Arthur: I am so sorry I did not step in sooner to protect you from her jealousy, Clara.
Clara: I just wanted us to be a normal family, Dad, I never cared about the money.
Arthur: I know you did not, my dear, and that is exactly why you deserve everything.
Ethan looked up at Arthur with a serious look written across his handsome features.
Ethan: What happens to the mortgage application she tried to forge with the bank, sir?
Arthur: My legal team is filing fraud charges with the state prosecutor first thing Monday morning.
Clara rested her head softly against Ethan's shoulder as a sense of deep peace filled her heart.
The dark storm that had hung over their family for years was finally beginning to clear away.