The man quickly drops to his knees beside the fallen woman in the silver sequined gown, checking her condition with frantic urgency.
A fast movement rustle accompanied his descent as he discarded his suit jacket onto the marble floor without a second thought.
Arthur: (Whispering) Open your eyes, sweetheart. Daddy is right here. Look at me.
Clara: Is she breathing, Arthur? Do we need to call an ambulance immediately?
Arthur: Stay back, Clara! Don't you dare come another step closer to her.
Julian: She's just playing unconscious to get sympathy from you! She always was a dramatic actress.
Arthur: (Roaring) If you speak another word, I will make sure you spend the rest of your natural life in a maximum-security prison!
The furious billionaire gently brushed a lock of blood-matted hair away from his daughter's forehead, his hands trembling visibly.
Arthur: Can you hear me, my love? The paramedics are already on their way up the private elevator.
Fallen Woman: (Weakly) Dad... is that really you? Did they catch him?
Arthur: They're not going anywhere, baby. Your father is taking care of everything right now.
Fallen Woman: My head... it hurts so much. Everything is spinning.
Arthur: Just keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Don't let go.
A close-up on the fallen woman's face covered in dirt, tears, and a bloody forehead revealed the harrowing toll of the brutal penthouse assault.
The man gently cradled her face with trembling hands, whispering words of comfort against the cold marble floor.
Fallen Woman: Dad, please... take me home.
Arthur: We are going home together, princess. Nobody will ever hurt you in this family again.
Julian watched the tender father-daughter moment with a cold, calculating sneer, still believing his legal team could save him.
How wrong he was about the unstoppable force of a grieving billionaire father seeking absolute justice.