Victoria: Get out of my way, Benson. Let me handle this criminal myself.
Victoria lunged forward, her manicured fingers clamping hard around Sarah's wrist, attempting to twist the metal shears free.
Sarah pulled back, keeping her body wedged firmly between Victoria and the opened slit in the bed frame.
Sarah: Do not touch me, Victoria! You have no legal authority over this medical suite!
Victoria: This entire mansion belongs to me the moment his pulse stops beating!
Sarah: His pulse hasn't stopped! He is fighting for his life, and you are acting like a vulture circling prey!
Benson: Miss Sarah, please hand over the instrument before Deputy Lawson gets upstairs.
Sarah: Benson, you have served this family for twenty-five years. Do you honestly believe Harold trust fund money was left to her?
Benson blinked, his posture stiffening as doubt flickered across his aged, weathered face.
Benson: Mr. Davis always kept his legal affairs strictly between himself and his attorney, Arthur Vance.
Victoria: Arthur Vance was fired two days ago! My corporate legal team handles all Davis family assets now!
Sarah: That's another lie! Harold told me you brought forged power-of-attorney forms to his hospital room last Tuesday!
Victoria: How dare you make slanderous accusations against the sole heir of Davis Logistics!
Sarah: You are not his biological daughter, Victoria, and you never signed a legal adoption agreement!
Victoria's pale cheeks flushed bright crimson, her fingers digging deeper into Sarah's arm.
Victoria: Shut your mouth! Benson, take those scissors from her right this second!
Heavy footsteps thundered down the hallway, accompanied by the clatter of radio static and leather duty belts.
Deputy Lawson stepped into the bedroom, his hand resting firmly on his holstered firearm as his sharp eyes swept the scene.
Deputy Lawson: Everyone hold completely still. Hands where I can see them right now.
Victoria: Officer, thank God you're here! This nurse was attempting to sabotage my father's life support equipment!
Deputy Lawson: Step back from the bed, miss. Set the shears on that side table slowly.
Sarah exhaled slowly, placing the surgical tool on the marble nightstand without taking her eyes off Victoria.
Sarah: Deputy, my name is Sarah Lin. I was hired by the state medical registry to provide twenty-four-hour monitoring.
Victoria: She was cutting into the bedding! Look at the sliced fabric near his feet!
Deputy Lawson: Why were you cutting the mattress, Nurse Lin?
Sarah: Because Mr. Davis begged me to retrieve a hidden trust document before Victoria could destroy it.
Victoria: That is absurd! Why would a billionaire hide official probate filings inside bed stuffing?
Sarah: Because he knew his bedroom was bugged, and he knew his stepdaughter was drugging his evening broth!
Deputy Lawson frowned, his gaze shifting sharply from Sarah's steady eyes to Victoria's twitching jaw.
Deputy Lawson: Drugging his food? That's an extremely serious felony allegation, miss.
Victoria: She is delusional! She's trying to manufacture drama to extort a settlement from our estate!
Benson: Deputy... if I may speak, sir.
Victoria: Benson, keep your mouth shut if you value your pension!
Deputy Lawson: Let the butler speak, ma'am. Go ahead, Mr. Benson.
Benson: For the past three weeks, Miss Victoria has strictly forbidden the kitchen staff from preparing Mr. Davis's meals.
Benson: She brought private thermos containers from the city and insisted on feeding him behind locked doors.
Victoria glared at the elderly butler with venomous fury, her knuckles trembling against her silk robe.
Victoria: You ungrateful old relic! After everything this family has paid you over the decades?
Sarah: Check the pocket of my medical scrubs, Deputy. I preserved a sample of tonight's broth in a sterile lab vial.
Deputy Lawson reached down, carefully lifting the sealed plastic tube from Sarah's uniform pocket.
Deputy Lawson: What do you expect toxicology to find in here, Nurse Lin?
Sarah: High doses of synthetic sedatives designed to mimic an irreversible end-stage coma.