Nathan descended the sweeping marble staircase just as two uniformed officers entered the foyer.
Victoria was furiously tossing her designer clothes into three large luggage bags nearby.
Officer Harris: Mr. Miller, we received your emergency dispatch call.
Nathan: Thank you for arriving so quickly, Officer.
Nathan: My wife assaulted our housemaid and threatened my young daughter with a weapon.
Victoria spun around, pointing a finger dramatically at the two police officers.
Victoria: He is lying! He is using his money to frame me!
Nathan: Officer, the entire incident is logged on our home security server right here.
Nathan handed his phone to Officer Harris, displaying the high-definition footage from minutes before.
The officer watched the screen carefully, his face growing stern and cold.
Officer Harris: Ma'am, turn around and place your hands behind your back.
Victoria: You cannot arrest me! Do you know who my family is?
Officer Harris: You have the right to remain silent.
The metal handcuffs clicked loudly around Victoria's wrists, breaking her arrogant composure entirely.
She began to sob aloud, tears smearing her expensive makeup down her cheeks.
Victoria: Nathan, please! Do not do this to me!
Victoria: I will go to counseling! We can fix this!
Nathan: You lost that chance the moment you touched my family.
The officers guided Victoria out through the massive front doors toward the waiting cruiser.
Nathan watched from the doorway as the police car drove away down the quiet suburban street.
He closed the heavy double doors, locking them securely with a firm, decisive turn.
The grand house was quiet again, filled with sunlight instead of fear.
Nathan walked over to the golf club resting on the floor and picked it up.
He carried it out to the garage and threw it deep into the recycling container.