Arthur looked down at his nephew kneeling at his feet with total disgust. He kicked his leg back, freeing his trousers from Brandon's desperate grip. Chloe glared at Brandon, enraged by his cowardice, and screamed at him to get up off the floor, but Brandon was too broken to move, clutching his head and crying hysterically on the cold marble.
Suddenly, Chloe felt a wave of dizziness hit her. The reality of what she had just done—confessing to a felony in front of fifty wealthy witnesses and law enforcement members who were present as guests—finally settled into her mind. Her eyes rolled back, her breath caught in her throat, and she collapsed face-first onto the marble floor with a heavy thud, her white bridal veil covering her face like a sheet.
Nobody moved to help her up. The guests stood in stunned horror, watching the drama unfold like a tragedy. Arthur reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing a number while keeping his cold, ruthless eyes locked on the fallen bride and his crying nephew.
Arthur: Yes, this is Arthur Miller. Send two police units to my estate immediately. I am pressing full criminal charges for assault and battery.
Brandon: Uncle, please! You cannot send us to jail! Think of the family name!
Arthur: The family name means nothing when it hides criminals like you. You are entirely dead to this family!
Arthur turned his back on them completely. He walked over to Clara, wrapped his warm arm around her trembling shoulders, and guided her away from the chaotic center of the room. As he walked past his chief financial officer who was standing in the crowd, Arthur issued a swift, final order that sealed their fate forever.
Arthur: Cancel Brandon's trust fund, revoke his company stock options, and file a lawsuit to recover every dollar he took from the business this year. Leave them with nothing.