The massive wooden doors crashed against the high walls with incredible force.
The entire hall turned toward the entrance in sudden heavy silence.
An elderly man with silver hair walked into the bright daylight of the room.
He wore a tailored gray suit and carried a polished wooden cane.
Two massive private security officers walked right behind his confident steps.
Sarah felt her breath catch in her throat as she recognized the man.
Sarah: Dad...?
It was Arthur Vance, the true founder of the entire family empire.
Evelyn's face went completely pale as her hands began to shake violently.
Evelyn: Arthur? You... you are supposed to be in the clinic!
Arthur ignored her completely and scanned the large room with sharp eyes.
His gaze landed on Sarah and little Victoria standing near the shattered glass.
His face hardened into an expression of pure, unbridled fury.
He struck his wooden cane against the marble floor with a loud crack.
Grandfather Arthur: Who dared lay a hand on my daughter and granddaughter?!
His powerful voice echoed off the white walls and high ceilings.
Nobody in the crowd dared to make a single sound or move.
Richard stepped back quickly, trying to hide behind a nearby pillar.
Arthur marched directly toward the center of the hall with swift steps.
He did not look like a sick man who was confined to a bed.
He looked like a commander ready to reclaim his lost territory completely.
Grandfather Arthur: I asked a question! Who touched them?
Arthur reached Sarah and immediately pulled her into a warm embrace.
He checked her arms and saw the small scrapes from the glass.
Grandfather Arthur: Oh, my sweet Sarah. I am so sorry I was late.
Sarah: Dad, they told me you were too sick to see anyone!
Grandfather Arthur: They lied to you to keep you away from me.
Arthur knelt down on the marble floor despite his advanced age.
He looked at little Victoria and gently wiped a tear from her cheek.
Grandfather Arthur: Victoria, my sweet little girl. Grandpa is here now.
Victoria: Grandpa! The mean lady pushed me down!
Arthur's eyes narrowed as he stood back up to full height.
He turned his gaze toward Evelyn, who was trying to edge away.
Grandfather Arthur: Evelyn! Stand right where you are!
Evelyn: Arthur, darling, you don't understand what happened here.
Evelyn: The child was being completely disruptive and threw a glass!
Grandfather Arthur: Do not dare call my granddaughter a liar!
Arthur signaled to his head bodyguard, a tall man holding a leather briefcase.
Grandfather Arthur: Marcus, bring the documents forward right now.
The bodyguard opened the briefcase and pulled out several thick legal folders.
The crowd leaned in closer, desperate to hear what was about to happen.
Evelyn swallowed hard, her confidence completely draining away into terror.
Evelyn: What documents are those, Arthur?
Grandfather Arthur: The evidence of your corporate fraud and illegal control.