Jake: Megan, hold still. I'm going to wrap this clean towel around your leg to stop the bleeding.
Megan: Is she... is she going to get away, Jake? She has a sports car in the garage.
Jake: She's not going anywhere, Megan. The front security gates of the estate automatically lock whenever a 911 call is placed from the house system. It's built into the property's security protocol.
Down downstairs, the roaring sound of a luxury sports car engine echoed through the thick glass windows of the mansion, followed seconds later by the screech of tires slamming to a sudden halt near the main iron gates.
Outside in the driveway, Evelyn slammed her hands against the steering wheel of her red convertible as the massive iron gates remained shut, refusing to open.
Evelyn: Open up! Open you stupid gate!
She punched the remote control button repeatedly, but the red emergency light above the gate post continued to flash, signaling a complete lockdown of the estate premises.
Within ninety seconds, two police cruisers with flashing red and blue lights pulled up to the outside of the iron gates, blocking the driveway entirely. A paramedic vehicle pulled up right behind them, its sirens wailing against the afternoon air.
Back inside the high-key bedroom, Jake gently held a white towel against Megan's upper thigh, wiping away her tears with his thumb while listening to the sirens outside.
Jake: Hear that, honey? They're here. You're safe now. She will never, ever lay a finger on you again.
Megan: I was so scared, Jake... she looked at me like she wanted to destroy me. She said if I told you, she'd make sure your dad cut you out of his life forever.
Jake: My dad is going to sign her divorce papers from a prison visitor room when he sees this footage. He loves you like a daughter, Megan. He was just blind to her real nature.
The sound of heavy tactical boots echoed up the marble staircase as two police officers and two paramedics rushed into the second-floor hallway.
Officer Davis: Police department! Is everyone secure in here?
Jake: In here, officer! Bedroom at the end of the hall!
The officers stepped through the doorway, their hands resting near their holsters as they assessed the scene. The paramedics immediately rushed to the side of the bed with their medical kits, kneeling beside Megan to examine the deep scratches on her leg.
Paramedic: These are deep lacerations, ma'am. We need to clean these immediately and get you to the emergency department for stitches and anti-infection treatment.
Megan: Thank you... please be careful, it hurts so much.
Officer Davis: Sir, we detained an older female in a burgundy dress trying to ram the front gate in a red sports car. She claims she was the victim of an assault inside this room.
Jake: She's a liar, Officer. Here is my phone with the 4K hallway footage showing her attacking my wife. And here are the legal documents she tried to force my wife to sign while clawing her thigh.
Officer Davis took the phone and watched the video playback, his face darkening with absolute disgust as he saw Evelyn dragging Megan by her hair.
Officer Davis: That's open-and-shut aggravated assault, felony extortion, and unlawful restraint. Partner, call down to the gate and tell them to put her in double cuffs.