The distant sound of wailing sirens cut through the quiet morning neighborhood outside.
Mark gently lifted Claire into a sitting position on the soft foyer bench.
He wiped a tear from her cheek, smiling through his own rising emotional relief.
Mark: Hold on, help is coming right now.
Claire: We're going to be okay, aren't we?
Mark: Yes, we are never letting her near us again.
Evelyn hurried down the secondary servant stairs, trying to collect her documents.
She grabbed her designer purse from the side table in the private study.
She knew her lawyer could not save her from an attempted murder charge.
Her hands shook wildly as she tried to unlock the side entrance door.
Before she could turn the handle, flashing red and blue lights illuminated the driveway.
Multiple police cruisers pulled up outside the grand glass front doors of the estate.
Tires screeched on the gravel as officers exited their vehicles with urgency.
Mark stood up and walked toward the main entrance to unlock the doors.
He kept one eye on the interior hallway where Evelyn was hiding.
Heavy boots thundered up the front stone steps outside the residence doors.
Officer: Police department! Open up!
Mark pulled the grand wooden double doors wide open without hesitation.
Four armed police officers rushed into the bright sunlit atrium instantly.
Mark: She's in the study down that hallway.
The lead officer nodded sharply to his team and pointed toward the corridor.
Paramedics followed closely behind, rushing straight over to assist pregnant Claire.
They placed a warm blanket over her shoulders and took her vital signs.
Paramedic: The baby's heartbeat is strong and steady, ma'am.
Claire burst into fresh tears of gratitude, holding Mark's hand tightly.