Ethan stood tall and cold over the kneeling bride, his posture full of authority and absolute certainty. He pulled his pant leg out of Victoria's desperate grip, turning his back on her as he looked toward the head of estate security standing nearby. The grand ballroom, which was meant to host a multimillion-dollar celebration, had officially become the scene of a major felony investigation.
Ethan: Call 911 right now! Tell them we have an attempted murder and major financial fraud in progress!
Victoria: Ethan, please! Think about our reputation! Think about what the news will say!
Ethan: You destroyed your own reputation the moment you poured that bottle into my glass.
The security officers moved forward swiftly, securing Victoria's arms behind her back as she continued to weep hysterically on the marble floor. Her desperate pleas fell on deaf ears as the guests watched in silent fascination. Ethan walked over to Clara, who was still kneeling near the broken porcelain plate, holding her bruised cheek where Victoria had struck her.
Ethan knelt down beside Clara, his tone softening completely as he reached out to help her stand up properly. He looked at the young woman with immense gratitude, realizing that her bravery had saved his life and preserved his family legacy from total ruin. Without her courage, he might not have survived past the honeymoon period.
Ethan: Clara, I am so deeply sorry for how she treated you today. You saved my life.
Clara: I just couldn't let her hurt you, Mr. Vance. Your family was the only one who helped my mother with her medical bills last year.
Ethan: You will never have to work as a maid again. Starting today, you have a permanent place in our corporate office with full benefits and a proper salary.