Within thirty minutes, two city police cars arrived at the grand Val mansion.
They placed Doctor Evans in heavy handcuffs and took his medical bag away.
Dominic walked into his private study using a simple thin wooden walking stick.
His legs were still somewhat stiff from three long years of forced disuse.
However, his strength was returning faster with every single step he took now.
He called his main divorce lawyer and private investigators into his office immediately.
They began reviewing all the financial papers his stepbrother had forced him to sign.
At noon, the front doors opened as his stepbrother Richard walked inside smugly.
Richard was carrying a thick black briefcase full of new corporate trust documents.
He expected to find Dominic sitting helplessly in his velvet armchair as usual.
Instead, he saw Dominic standing tall near the grand marble fireplace waiting.
Richard dropped his heavy briefcase onto the floor as his mouth fell open.
Richard: Dominic, how are you standing up without your medical team?
Dominic: The lie is completely over, Richard, so save your fake smile.
Richard: I do not know what you are talking about brother, I swear!
Dominic: The police have already arrested Doctor Evans for his fake braces.
Richard's face drained of all color as he took two steps back toward the door.
Two police officers stepped out from behind the heavy velvet curtains nearby.
Dominic: You forged my signature on the family inheritance papers as well.
Richard: You were unfit to rule the estate, you deserved nothing!
Dominic: I built this company, and you tried to steal my life.