The front doors opened again, and two police officers walked inside quickly.
David met them near the entrance, showing them his phone screen right away.
The officers reviewed the clear security footage showing Victoria's actions.
Their expressions turned stern as they looked over at the woman on the couch.
Officer: Victoria Vance, you are under arrest for attempted severe child abuse.
Victoria stood up, trying to regain her regal posture despite the situation.
Victoria: Do you know who my lawyers are? You can't touch me!
Officer: Put your hands behind your back right now, ma'am.
The metallic click of handcuffs echoed clearly throughout the high-ceilinged room.
Victoria winced as the cold steel locked firmly around her wrists.
The police officer turned her toward the front entrance of the mansion.
David watched with cold satisfaction as his former fiancée was led away.
Father: You are going straight to prison for what you tried to do.
Victoria: You will regret this day, David! I will fight this in court!
Father: My lawyers will make sure you stay behind bars for a very long time.
Victoria was escorted down the exterior stone steps into the waiting police car.
The dark blue dress she wore with such pride looked cheap under the bright sun.
The police car door slammed shut, and the siren faded into the distance.
David took a deep, long breath, feeling a heavy weight lift off his shoulders.
He turned back toward the interior of his quiet home.
Clara was still holding young Leo, who had finally stopped crying completely.
David walked over to his brave housemaid with immense gratitude in his heart.
Father: You saved my son's life today, Clara.
Clara: I only did what any decent person would do, Mr. Wilmoth.
Father: You did far more than that. You protected my entire world.
He looked at Clara's modest uniform and realized her true value to his household.
She was not just an employee; she was the real guardian of his home.
He made a quiet vow to ensure her loyalty was rewarded for life.