Chloe ran down the long upper hallway toward her primary bedroom suite.
She needed to grab her passport and thousands in stolen hidden cash.
Her high heels clicked loudly against the polished hardwood floor corridor above.
Carter gave the phone to the maid and rushed up the stairs.
He was not going to let his stepmother escape accountability today.
He reached the bedroom doorway just as Chloe stuffed bills into bags.
Her hands shook as she grabbed diamond rings and valuable gold chains.
She looked up and saw Carter standing firmly in the wide doorway.
Chloe: Get out of my way, Carter!
Carter: You are not leaving this house.
Chloe: I deserve this family money!
Carter: You deserve to go to prison!
Chloe: Your father promised me everything!
Carter: He trusted you, and you betrayed him!
Chloe threw a heavy crystal vase directly at Carter’s head suddenly.
Carter ducked quickly, and the vase shattered against the door frame.
The loud pop of breaking glass filled the large decorated bedroom space.
Chloe tried to dart past him into the narrow hallway outside.
Carter grabbed her arm firmly, stopping her dead in her tracks.
She struggled wildly, screaming insults at the top of her lungs.
Downstairs, the distant sound of police sirens began to echo clearly.
The maid had alerted local emergency teams to the mansion address.
Chloe froze when she heard the loud sirens approaching the front driveway.
Her face flushed red with pure panic and utter desperation now.
Chloe: Please let me go, Carter!
Carter: You showed no mercy to Grandma.
Chloe: I will give you half the money!
Carter: Justice is not for sale today.
Chloe: You are destroying this whole family!
Carter: You destroyed it the moment you lied!
The masked investigator walked up the stairs with two police officers.
The officers moved quickly, pulling heavy steel handcuffs from their belts.
They grabbed Chloe’s wrists and secured them tightly behind her back.
She kicked and screamed as they pulled her toward the hallway stairs.
Carter watched her go without a single trace of pity left inside.
He turned back around to head down to his injured grandmother.
Paramedics were already bursting through the grand double front entry doors.
They carried medical equipment and a yellow stretcher onto the marble floor.
The urgent fight to save Mrs. Bennett was finally underway now.