Officer Brenda: An ambulance transport team from Parkland Memorial Hospital is arriving in ten minutes, Mason[cite: 1]. They have an elite trauma surgeon ready to correct the damage Dr. Sterling did to her leg[cite: 1].
Mason: Is she going to be able to walk again, Brenda?[cite: 1] Tell me the truth[cite: 1].
Officer Brenda: The chief surgeon at Parkland reviewed her original scans thirty minutes ago[cite: 1]. He said if they remove that defective rod today and clean out the surgical site, she will make a full recovery with physical therapy[cite: 1].
Mason let out a long breath he felt like he had been holding for days, sinking his head into his hands as fresh, quiet tears of relief fell onto his lap[cite: 1].
Clara: Mason... look at me...[cite: 1]
Mason raised his head, taking her pale hand and bringing it to his lips[cite: 1].
Mason: I'm here, sweetie[cite: 1]. What is it?[cite: 1]
Clara: I was so scared in that mansion... when the lights went out and Arthur grabbed me... I thought I was never going to see you again...[cite: 1]
Mason: I know, baby... I know[cite: 1]. But nobody is ever going to hurt you again[cite: 1]. I am selling every property registered in my name[cite: 1]. We are leaving Dallas forever[cite: 1].
Officer Brenda: The federal government has placed a freeze on all Sterling Estate assets[cite: 1]. However, because Clara acted as a federal whistleblower before the assault, she is legally entitled to twenty percent of the recovered cartel assets under the whistleblower protection act[cite: 1].
Mason: We don't want any of it, Detective[cite: 1].
Clara: No, Mason... take it... and give every single penny to the victims of the cartel and the Dallas Women's Shelter[cite: 1]. We don't want their dirty money[cite: 1]. We will start our own life from scratch[cite: 1].
Officer Brenda smiled softly, her stern demeanor relaxing for the first time since she had walked into the room[cite: 1].
Officer Brenda: You're a remarkably brave woman, Clara[cite: 1]. Most people would have taken the hush money and run[cite: 1].
Clara: Truth is worth more than money, Detective[cite: 1].
Two specialized paramedics in blue uniforms entered the room carrying a transport gurney, accompanied by two Texas State Troopers[cite: 1].
Paramedic Davis: Mrs. Sterling? We're here to transfer you to Parkland Memorial[cite: 1]. We've got a warm blanket and pain medication ready for the ride[cite: 1].
Clara: Thank you, doctor...[cite: 1]
Mason helped the paramedics carefully move Clara onto the transport gurney, holding her hand continuously so she wouldn't feel a single second of isolation[cite: 1].
As they rolled the gurney down the quiet hospital hallway toward the elevator, Mason looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows[cite: 1]. Below in the courtyard, three police cruisers were driving away with their lights flashing, carrying Victoria Sterling and her co-conspirators away toward the county jail[cite: 1].
Officer Brenda: The trial starts in three months, Mason[cite: 1]. You'll both need to testify[cite: 1].
Mason: We'll be there, Detective[cite: 1]. Every single day[cite: 1].