Paramedic Lisa: Mr. Vance, Oliver’s oxygen levels are back up to ninety-nine percent.
Gabriel: Is his chest clear? Did any water reach his lower lungs?
Paramedic Lisa: His breathing sounds clear, but we need to transport him to Children's Medical for monitoring.
Gabriel: I’m riding in the ambulance with him, Lisa. Elena, get his diaper bag.
Elena: Right away, Mr. Vance! I packed clean clothes and his favorite blanket.
They walked out of the master bathroom, leaving behind the tub of cold, stagnant water.
Down on the ground floor, flashing emergency lights swept across the grand foyer walls.
Three Dallas police patrol cars were parked along the circular driveway outside the front portico.
A crowd of camera crews and local news reporters had already gathered at the estate gates.
Officer Davis marched Victoria down the curved marble stairs, her wet heels clicking unevenly.
Her royal blue dress was smeared with black dust from the bathroom floor, her makeup ruined.
Reporter 1: Miss Vance! Is it true you attempted to drown Gabriel Vance's newborn son?!
Reporter 2: Are you being charged with the premeditated murder of Clara Vance?!
Victoria shrieked in raw, uncontrolled fury, thrashing against Officer Davis’s grip.
Victoria: Turn off those blinding cameras! Get those lenses out of my face, you vultures!
Officer Davis shoved her head down firmly, guiding her into the plastic back seat of the cruiser.
The heavy car door slammed shut with a booming metallic thud that echoed across the stone courtyard.
The sirens began to wail as the lead patrol vehicle accelerated down the tree-lined driveway.
Gabriel stepped into the back of the pediatric ambulance, taking Oliver into his arms.
The baby cooed softly, reaching out a tiny fist to touch his father’s wet cheek.
Gabriel: Daddy is right here, buddy. Nobody is ever going to hurt you again.
Elena sat on the attendant bench across from them, holding the baby's diaper bag in her lap.
Elena: You saved his life today, Mr. Vance. You came home just in time.
Gabriel: You saved his life, Elena. You called my phone the second she carried him into that bathroom.
Elena: I knew something was wrong when she locked the master bedroom door from the inside.
Gabriel: Starting today, Elena, your position as a housekeeper on this estate is officially over.
Elena froze, her eyes widening in sudden, quiet shock as her chin began to tremble.
Elena: Mr. Vance... Are you firing me? I have no other family in Dallas, sir...
Gabriel: Firing you? Elena, you are family. I am appointing you Chief Executive Trustee of Clara’s Foundation.
Elena: Executive Trustee...? Mr. Vance, that foundation manages thirty million dollars!
Gabriel: And there is nobody on this earth I trust more to watch over my son’s future.
Tears of pure, overwhelming gratitude spilled down Elena’s cheeks as she smiled at little Oliver.
Elena: Thank you, Gabriel... Clara is watching over us from heaven today.
Gabriel: She is, Elena. And tomorrow morning, we clean house at corporate headquarters once and for all.
The ambulance sped through the streets of Dallas, the sirens clearing a path toward safety and peace.