The smug look on Richard's face instantly collapsed into pure shock as he realized the severe consequence of his reckless actions. He pulled out his own smartphone, his fingers trembling as notifications began flashing across his screen at lightning speed. Local news outlets, police alerts, and social media posts were already blowing up with video clips showing his cruel attack on the innocent child. The high-society guests began backing away from him in disgust, not wanting to be associated with a child abuser.
Within five short minutes, the loud sound of police sirens echoed down the long driveway of the Dallas mansion. Two police cruisers sped up the circular drive, their red and blue lights flashing brightly against the white estate walls. Three police officers stepped out of their vehicles and marched briskly into the backyard patio.
Officer Davis: Sir, step away from the woman and child immediately!
Richard: Officer, this is a misunderstanding! I am Richard Vance, owner of Vance Enterprises!
Officer Davis: I do not care who you are. Put your hands behind your back right now.
Clara: He shoved my son into the pool and refused to let me save him!
Sarah: Here is the full video footage on my phone, officer. You can see everything clearly.
The police officer reviewed the crystal clear video clip for ten seconds before looking up at Richard with deep disgust. He grabbed Richard's arms forcefully and slapped heavy steel handcuffs onto his wrists. Richard tried to pull away, shouting threats about his high-priced divorce lawyer, his estate trust fund, and his political connections in the city, but the officers paid no attention to his angry rambling.
Richard: You cannot arrest me on my own wedding day! Do you know how much money I have?
Officer Davis: You have the right to remain silent, Mr. Vance. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Clara: Take him away. I never want to see his terrible face again.
Richard: Clara, do not do this! You will end up broke on the street without my monthly support!
Clara: I would rather live in a small trailer with my son's safety than live in a palace with a monster like you.