The lead officer stepped toward Victoria, pulling a pair of shiny steel handcuffs from his belt.
"Victoria Vance, you are under arrest for attempted murder and grand larceny," the officer declared.
Victoria stepped backward frantically, her dark teal suit sleeves flapping around her thin arms.
"Do not touch me, I am the owner of this mansion and a respected member of society!" she shrieked.
The second officer grabbed her wrists quickly, clicking the heavy metal cuffs around her wrists.
Victoria began screaming hysterically as she was escorted forcefully toward the front doors.
Mark did not even look back at her as her loud cries faded down the front steps.
He focused all his attention on the paramedic who was holding a portable heart monitor scanner.
A strong, steady thumping sound suddenly filled the quiet marble room from the small speaker.
"The baby's heartbeat is very strong and completely stable, ma'am," the paramedic announced warmly.
Hannah let out a huge sigh of relief, fresh tears of pure happiness streaming down her cheeks.
Mark pulled her into a soft, loving embrace, kissing her forehead over and over again.
"Our little boy is tough, just like his mother," Mark said with a shaky, emotional laugh.
The medical team carefully helped Hannah onto a smooth rolling stretcher to take her to the hospital.
They wanted to perform a full medical checkup just to guarantee total safety for the baby.
Mark walked right beside the stretcher, holding Hannah's hand every single step of the way.
As they stepped outside into the bright, beautiful sunshine, the air felt clean and peaceful.
The dark cloud of deceit and greed that had hung over the mansion was finally gone forever.
Mark looked back one last time at the giant white house that had caused so much pain.
He knew they would sell the mansion and build a modest, happy home somewhere quiet and safe.
Hannah smiled softly up at him, wrapping her fingers tightly around his strong, warm hand.