The office door was locked with a heavy brass key sitting on the top desk ledge.
Mark reached up and grabbed the key to unlock the heavy wooden door.
Inside the brightly lit office, he found Emiles' custom leg brace sitting on a metal shelf.
He carefully knelt on the floor and fastened the supportive brace onto her weak leg.
Emiles let out a huge sigh of relief as the straps clicked firmly into place.
She stood up straight without needing to lean heavily on her crutches.
Emiles: Thank you, Daddy.
Mark: You are so brave, my brave little girl.
Mark noticed an open laptop sitting on the large oak desk nearby.
The screen displayed bank records showing systematic withdrawals from the children's trust fund.
His ex-wife had been illegally transferring thousands of dollars to an offshore bank account.
She had planned to sell the estate home and leave the country permanently with her associate.
Mark pulled out his smartphone and took clear photos of every document on the screen.
He heard heavy footsteps approaching down the long tiled hallway outside the office.
His ex-wife stood in the doorway with an angry expression across her face.
Ex-Wife: You had no right to look through my private personal documents!
Mark: These are trust funds meant specifically for Emiles' medical treatments.
Ex-Wife: I needed that money to secure my own financial future!
Mark: You sacrificed your own child's safety for greed and money.
Ex-Wife: Nobody will ever believe your word over my legal team.
Mark: The paper trail on this screen speaks for itself, Sarah.
Siren lights suddenly reflected against the bright white walls of the outer mansion driveway.
The local police officers had finally arrived at the front gates of the property.
Sarah's face turned completely white as she realized her plan had failed completely.