Chapter 6
"You're safe now, ma'am; let's get you to Manhattan Presbyterian Hospital immediately for a full trauma evaluation," the lead paramedic instructed softly.
Clara nodded, casting one final, lingering glance at Marcus as he was hauled to his feet and dragged past the framed American flag.
"You'll never get away with this... the syndicate owns half the federal judges in this country!" Marcus screamed over his shoulder.
"Not this judge, Mr. Vance; your corporate empire was dismantled twenty minutes ago," a calm, authoritative voice echoed from the foyer.
A silver-haired man in a tailored navy suit stepped into the dining room, his face carved from absolute ice and uncompromising power.
It was Arthur Thorne, Clara’s billionaire father, who had orchestrated the entire federal entrapment operation from his penthouse downtown.
Clara’s eyes filled with genuine tears of gratitude as her father hurried across the room and knelt beside her wheelchair.
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"Are you alright, my brave girl? Did those monsters harm my grandchild?" Arthur asked, his voice trembling with rare emotional vulnerability.
"We're both safe, Dad... thanks to Sarah," Clara whispered, pointing weakly toward the brave housekeeper standing quietly by the wall.
