Officer Miller: Let's move, Mrs. Sterling. You've got a date with a federal magistrate[cite: 1].
Alyssa: Don't push me! I demand to see my private defense attorney before I answer a single question[cite: 1]!
Officer Miller: Your attorney is currently being questioned in the Dallas field office, ma'am. Move your feet[cite: 1].
Officer Miller and Officer Jenkins escorted the handcuffed woman through the grand foyer toward the front doors[cite: 1].
Her emerald silk robe was stained with soot, water, and blood, trailing behind her like a ruined banner[cite: 1].
Outside the tall arched glass windows, news vans and reporters that had intercepted the police dispatch crowded the stone driveway[cite: 1].
Red and blue flashing lights painted the white limestone pillars in sharp, rapid strokes against the midnight sky[cite: 1].
Dozens of camera flashes suddenly exploded through the glass entrance as the double doors opened wide[cite: 1].
Reporter 1: Miss Vance! Did you attempt to drown Julian Sterling's six-month-old heir in a bathtub[cite: 1]?!
Reporter 2: Is it true Vance Holdings was operating as a corporate front for money laundering[cite: 1]?!
Alyssa shrieked in absolute fury, thrashing against the officers' grip as she tried to bury her face into her shoulder[cite: 1].
Alyssa: Get those blinding cameras away from me! Turn off those lights! I am Alyssa Vance[cite: 1]!
Officer Miller pushed her head down firmly, guiding her onto the hard plastic back seat of the police cruiser[cite: 1].
The heavy car door slammed shut with a sharp, final thud that echoed across the manicured courtyard[cite: 1].
The high-pitched wail of the sirens began to fade down the long tree-lined driveway as the convoy sped toward downtown Dallas[cite: 1].
Inside the quiet mansion, Mrs. Gable sat on the velvet sofa in the grand foyer, holding an ice pack against her swollen temple[cite: 1].
Mrs. Gable: Mr. Sterling... I can never forgive myself. I should have locked the nursery door the second she walked upstairs[cite: 1].
Julian walked over, holding Toby securely in one arm while resting his free hand gently on the elderly woman's shoulder[cite: 1].
Julian: You fought her with everything you had, Mrs. Gable. You took a blow to the head to protect my boy[cite: 1].
Mrs. Gable: I promised Clara before she died that I would guard this child with my life, Julian[cite: 1].
Julian: You kept your promise. And starting tonight, your position as a housekeeper in this estate is officially over[cite: 1].
Mrs. Gable looked up, her wrinkled eyes widening in sudden, quiet heartbreak[cite: 1].
Mrs. Gable: Julian... Are you letting me go? I have no other family in this city, son[cite: 1]...
Julian: Letting you go? Martha, you are appointed the permanent Executive Trustee of the Clara Sterling Memorial Foundation[cite: 1].
Mrs. Gable: Executive Trustee...? Julian, that foundation controls thirty million dollars[cite: 1]!
Julian: And there is nobody on this earth I trust more to watch over my family's legacy[cite: 1].
Tears of pure, overwhelming relief spilled down Mrs. Gable's cheeks as she reached out to gently stroke Toby's soft feet[cite: 1].
Mrs. Gable: Thank you, Julian... Clara is smiling down on us from heaven tonight[cite: 1].
Julian: Tomorrow morning, Martha, we clean house at the corporate headquarters once and for all[cite: 1].