Victoria's aggressive tone vanished instantly as Mark pulled his smartphone out of his pocket.
She rushed forward and grabbed his arm to stop him from pressing the emergency buttons.
Victoria: Mark, please think about our family reputation before you make that phone call!
Mark: Get your hands off me, Victoria.
Lily: Daddy, my mom is shaking real bad.
Mark lifted Sarah gently and helped her walk toward the soft outdoor lounge chairs on the patio.
He wrapped a warm clean towel around her shoulders and handed her a fresh bottle of water.
Sarah drank the water eagerly while holding Lily's small hand like a lifeline in the daylight.
Victoria stood near the pool edge while her carefully crafted life began to fall apart completely.
She had spent months plotting to get full control over the multi-million dollar family estate trust fund.
Under the original court setup Sarah was the primary trustee for Lily's inheritance fund until age twenty-one.
If Sarah vanished completely Victoria could step in as the legal legal stepmother trustee.
That position gave Victoria total control over millions of dollars meant solely for little Lily's future.
Mark sat on the edge of the patio sofa while looking down at his weak former wife.
Mark: How did you end up in the backyard shed today, Sarah?
Sarah: Victoria moved me from the north cabin late last night in her trunk.
Sarah: She said she was going to force me to sign the final trust release today.
Victoria: That is an absolute lie from a desperate woman!
Mark: Shut your mouth right now, Victoria!
Mark pointed his phone straight at Victoria while the line began ringing on speaker mode.
The loud clear voice of the local emergency police dispatch echoed across the quiet terrace.
Dispatch: Nine one one, what is your exact emergency location?
Mark: I need police officers and an ambulance sent to fifty two Oakridge Manor drive immediately.
Victoria: Mark, do not do this to our life!
Mark: I am reporting an illegal kidnapping and false imprisonment at my home right now.
Victoria took two steps backward while looking toward the main gates of the white stone driveway.