Arthur took one bold step forward, stepping completely away from the wooden wheelchair.
He looked down at Sarah, who was still kneeling on the floor in absolute shock.
He extended his hand toward the young maid with a warm and gentle smile.
Sarah hesitated for a moment before placing her small hand into his large palm.
He pulled her up gently, making sure she stood comfortably beside him.
Man: Thank you for your kindness.
Sarah nodded quickly, tears of pure relief welling up in her blue eyes.
She had overheard Victoria talking on the phone earlier that morning about selling the company.
Victoria had planned to commit Arthur to a permanent facility by the end of the week.
Arthur turned his attention toward the crowd of stunned Texas elites.
A butler approached cautiously while holding a tray of drinks.
Butler: Excuse me, sir, would you like a drink?
Man: Not right now, Charles.
Arthur looked directly at Victoria, who was sweating under the bright chandelier lights.
He asked her if she would like to tell the guests about her secret offshore bank accounts.
Victoria opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out of her throat.
The guests began whispering frantically among themselves as the scandal unfolded live.
Arthur explained that his physical therapy had been successful two months ago.
He had kept his recovery a complete secret to catch his greedy wife in the act.
He had watched her sign forged documents while sitting right beside her bed.
Victoria tried to step toward him, grabbing his arm frantically.
She pleaded with him, saying it was all a terrible misunderstanding.
Arthur pulled his arm away cleanly, refusing to let her touch his suit.