Evelyn: DO NOT TOUCH ME! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! MY FAMILY OWNS THIS ENTIRE ESTATE!
Officer Miller: I don't care who owns the estate, ma'am. You are under arrest for attempted murder, aggravated battery on a pregnant woman, and felony domestic violence.
Two officers marched up the marble stairs, grabbing Evelyn's arms and forcing them behind her back. The sharp, metallic click of handcuffs echoed across the grand foyer.
Evelyn: ARTHUR! TELL THEM TO STOP! CLARA, TELL THEM IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!
Clara: Take her away... please just take her away...
Evelyn: YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BRAT! I SHOULD HAVE PUSHED YOU HARDER!
Officer Miller: Watch your mouth, ma'am! Move your feet!
The officers dragged Evelyn down the stairs, her expensive green dress brushing against the very marble steps where Clara had fallen minutes earlier. She thrashed and screamed profanities all the way out the front doors until she was shoved into the back of a police cruiser.
The paramedics carefully lifted Clara onto the stretcher, rolling her quickly toward the waiting ambulance outside.
Paramedic: We have a faint fetal heartbeat, sir! We need to get her to the trauma center at Saint Mary's right now!
Arthur: I'm coming with you!
Arthur climbed into the back of the ambulance, pressing his forehead against Clara's hand as the vehicle sped away with its sirens blaring through the quiet streets of Palm Beach.
Two hours later, Arthur stood outside the emergency operating room, pacing back and forth across the cold hospital hallway. His charcoal suit was stained with dirt from the mansion floor, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.
The heavy doors swung open, and Dr. Vance stepped out, pulling off his surgical mask.
Arthur: Doctor! How are they?! Please tell me my wife and baby are alive!
Dr. Vance: Mr. Sterling, take a deep breath. Your wife suffered two broken ribs and severe bruising, but her skull and spine are intact.
Arthur: What about the baby?!
Dr. Vance: We performed an emergency C-section due to placental trauma. You have a baby boy, sir. He is tiny, but he is breathing on his own in the NICU.
Arthur dropped his head into his hands, sobbing uncontrollably with sheer relief as the weight of the nightmare finally lifted off his shoulders.