Flashing red and blue lights illuminated the front windows of the mansion.
The sound of firm police sirens echoed from the long suburban driveway.
Marcus kept his arm wrapped protectively around Sarah's shoulders the entire time.
Two Dallas police officers walked briskly through the open front doors.
Attorney David Miller followed closely behind them, carrying a thick black briefcase.
Officer: We received a priority call regarding illegal confinement on site.
Marcus: Officer, my wife Sarah Vance was held here against her will.
Helena stepped forward, trying to maintain her proud, aristocratic posture.
Helena: Officers, this is a minor private family disagreement over employment.
Attorney: I have Sarah's official missing person file right here, Officer.
David handed a legal folder directly to the primary responding officer.
The officer reviewed the documents while looking up at Sarah's bruised face.
Officer: Ma'am, do you wish to press full criminal charges today?
Clara: Yes, I want full legal justice against Helena Vance immediately.
Helena: You cannot arrest me! I am the head of Vance Enterprises!
Attorney: Actually, Helena, the estate terms state otherwise under legal fraud.
David pulled a signed probate order directly from his leather briefcase pocket.
Attorney: Hiding a legal heir forfeits your control over all trust funds.
Helena backed away slowly toward the grand spiral staircase in complete disbelief.
Helena: You planned this against me, David!
Attorney: I follow the law, Mrs. Vance, unlike your private actions.
The police officer pulled out pair of shiny silver handcuffs slowly.
Officer: Helena Vance, you are under arrest for false imprisonment and assault.
Helena gasped loudly as the metal cuffs clicked shut around her wrists.
Her velvet gown rustled as the officers guided her toward the entrance.
She looked back at Marcus with desperation filling her cold blue eyes.
Helena: Marcus, please do not let them take your mother away!
Marcus: You made your choice two years ago, mother.