Sarah: My baby... Oh god, Daddy, please save my baby! It hurts so much!
Arthur: Shh, sweetheart, stay calm. Help is on the way, I promise you.
Sarah: I feel dizzy... Everything is spinning around us.
Arthur: Look at my eyes, Sarah. Focus on me. You are going to be fine!
I sobbed into my father's shoulder, my fingernails digging frantically into his suit jacket as another wave of pain hit me. He pulled me tighter against his chest, his own tears mixing with mine as he glared upward with blinding, murderous rage. Caleb shrank back from the railing on the upper landing, his dark suit looking ridiculous against the gravity of his crime. My father hoisted me up into his arms with desperate strength, rising to his feet while keeping his eyes locked on the balcony above. The emotional orchestral music swell echoed through the mansion speakers, amplifying the electric fury pulsing through our veins. My husband thought his wealth and social status made him untouchable, but he had just signed his own legal death warrant. How much longer until the police arrive to drag him out of this house in handcuffs?
Arthur: You coward! You absolute monster! I am going to make sure you rot in a maximum-security prison for the rest of your life!
Caleb: Arthur, lower your voice! Do not ruin our family name over a hysterical girl!
Arthur: Our family name is dead because of you! You tried to kill my daughter and grandchild!
Caleb: You will regret speaking to me this way once my corporate defense lawyers get involved!
My father screamed the furious roar upward, his voice echoing off the high marble pillars with terrifying intensity. Caleb opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out as he backed away toward the private hallway in total cowardice. My father ignored his pathetic retreat, lowering me gently onto a plush velvet bench while he grabbed his smartphone from his pocket. His hands shook violently as he rapidly punched in the emergency numbers, his eyes darting back and forth between me and the stairs. The rapid phone dialing tones cut sharply through the heavy silence of the foyer, raising the tension to an unbearable peak. A rising tense background music hummed ominously in the background, signaling that the point of no return has officially been crossed. Will emergency services reach us in time, or will my husband try to flee the estate before the cruisers arrive?
Arthur: 911, send the police and an ambulance to our mansion immediately! My son-in-law just tried to murder my pregnant daughter by pushing her off the second-story balcony!
Dispatcher: Sir, calm down and stay on the line. Is she safe right now?
Arthur: We are in the main foyer. She is suffering severe abdominal pain from the impact!
Dispatcher: Units are dispatched with priority lights and sirens. They will be there in two minutes.
My father shouted angrily into the phone while keeping his gaze locked on the empty upper landing where Caleb had just disappeared. The dispatcher's calm voice rattled off protocol questions, but my father cut her off with frantic instructions regarding our exact address. He hung up the phone abruptly, dropping back to his knees beside me to press a reassuring kiss to my forehead. The legal war we were about to wage against my husband's multi-million dollar estate trust would be brutal and merciless. He wanted control of our family assets so badly that he was willing to commit premeditated murder in cold blood. There would be no settlements, no family forgiveness, and no hiding behind his high-society board members this time. Every single asset he owned would be seized to pay for his crimes and secure our child's future. The police sirens finally began to wail in the distance, growing louder with every passing second as true justice raced toward our door.