David carried Isabella straight up to her sunlit bedroom on the second floor of the quiet mansion.
He gently set her down on the soft velvet armchair near her colorful bookshelf full of children's stories.
He called his primary family doctor immediately to come over and conduct a complete physical examination.
Within twenty minutes, Dr. Harrison arrived at the estate with his black medical equipment bag in hand.
The gentle old doctor carefully checked Isabella's wrists, finding nasty red welts from the tight tape.
He also noted small, dark bruises scattered across her upper arms hidden under her oversized sweater sleeves.
"These bruises are several days old, David," Dr. Harrison stated quietly, his expression solemn and heavy.
"This has been happening repeatedly while you were traveling away on your frequent international business trips."
David slammed his fist down onto the nearby wooden desk, rattling the decorative ceramic lamp standing there.
Guilt washed over him like a wave of heavy crushed stone, burning deep inside his tormented chest.
He had trusted Victoria when he married her six short months ago after his first wife passed away.
She had seemed so kind, patient, and loving toward young Isabella during their short courtship period.
It was all a calculated, monstrous lie designed to gain full access to his vast corporate fortune.
David instructed the doctor to write a detailed, official medical report documenting every single injury found.
He then marched directly down the hallway toward his private office at the end of the corridor.
He opened his laptop and called his head of corporate security, a retired police investigator named Marcus.
"Marcus, I need you at the house right now with a full team," David commanded into the phone.
"I want every single security camera feed from the last three months extracted and saved immediately."
"I also want a complete deep-background audit on Victoria's personal bank accounts starting from this afternoon."
Marcus responded instantly, confirming that his specialized security team was already on their way over.
David walked over to the large hidden safe built behind the oil painting on his office wall.
He pulled out the legal prenuptial agreement that Victoria had signed before their lavish beach wedding ceremony.
Victoria had insisted on adding a special clause that gave her a massive cash settlement upon divorce.
However, David's clever personal attorney had included a strict, non-negotiable moral violation clause into the document.
If either spouse engaged in illegal activity or domestic cruelty, all financial rights were completely voided.
David held the thick paper document in his hand, feeling a sense of impending, rightful justice returning.
He heard loud raised voices echoing from the grand foyer downstairs near the main entrance door.
Victoria was downstairs arguing loudly with the housekeeper, demanding that the woman pack her designer luggage.
David walked out of his office with the document held tightly in his right hand, ready for war.