Four tall security guards wearing crisp dark uniforms stepped into the bright room.
Right behind them walked an old man with strong posture and a cane.
Arthur Vance looked around the room with sharp green eyes full of quiet rage.
Arthur: Get your filthy hands away from my granddaughter right this second.
Julian took two swift steps back toward the large glass window.
Julian: Mr. Vance, this is just a minor misunderstanding between a husband and wife.
Arthur: Do not dare to address me as if we share any family bond.
The lead security officer stepped directly between Julian and the hospital bed.
Officer: Sir, you need to step away from the patient immediately.
Julian held up his hands to show that he was not holding any weapons.
Julian: I am her legal husband and I have every right to be here.
Clara sat up taller and looked past the guard at her wealthy grandfather.
Clara: He tried to force me to transfer my company shares while I recovered.
Arthur tapped his heavy wooden cane sharply against the polished tile floor.
Arthur: I recorded every single word of your aggressive conversation through her phone.
Julian went pale as the true reality of his situation set in.
Julian: That recording will never hold up in a proper court of law.
Arthur: My corporate lawyers will make sure it ruins your entire life before sunset.
Julian looked down at the clipboard he was still clutching tightly.
He realized that his grand plan had completely failed in a matter of minutes.
Julian: Clara, please tell your grandfather to calm down and talk reasonably.
Clara: You told me I was not worth your future just five minutes ago.
Julian swallowed hard as the two strong guards closed in on him.
Officer: You are coming with us down to the main security office right now.
Julian: Do not touch my expensive designer suit with your rough hands.
The guards took hold of his arms firmly and guided him toward the door.
Julian turned his head back toward Clara with eyes full of deep regret.
Julian: We can still work this out if we just talk alone without them.
Clara: The only place we will ever speak again is inside a courtroom.