Chapter 20
By sunrise, the grand marble foyer of the Vance mansion was filled with the flashing red and blue lights of federal law enforcement vehicles. State troopers and federal marshals secured every exit of the sprawling estate, ensuring no one could leave.
Margaret Vance sat in her velvet armchair in the study, handcuffed and surrounded by federal agents who were bagging incriminating financial records by the boxload. Her expression remained a mask of defiant, unyielding arrogance.
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Arthur and Catherine sat together in the living room, wrapped in warm blankets while paramedics checked their vital signs. Noah sat safely on Clara's lap, holding his small plastic toy truck and smiling up at the bright morning sun.
The small American flag on the brass stand caught the morning light streaming through the windows, symbolizing a fresh dawn of true justice and freedom.
