Chapter 7 - The Grandfather’s Shocking Arrival
Before Milo could ascend the sweeping white marble staircase, a sleek black Maybach rolled up to the front entrance steps.
The rear door swung open, and Arthur Vance, Milo’s billionaire father and patriarch of the dynasty, stepped out briskly.
His silver hair and tailored navy suit radiated old-money power as he strode into the foyer with a face like thunder.
“I received the security alert on my private phone—is my granddaughter safe?” Arthur demanded, his voice carrying immense authority.
Milo turned around, walking over to his father and letting the elderly man look at the infant safe in his arms.
“She’s shaken up and crying, Dad, but she didn't hit the ground; I caught her just inches away,” Milo answered softly.
Arthur let out a long, shuddering breath, resting a trembling, weathered hand gently on the baby’s light green dress.
“Thank God... and thank heaven your reflexes were faster than that venomous snake’s malice,” Arthur muttered fiercely.
“The police already took her away, and the security footage has been secured for the federal prosecutor,” Milo added flatly.
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Arthur’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as he looked toward the second-floor balcony where the horror had unfolded.
“She will spend the rest of her natural life behind bars; no judge in America will ever grant bail for this,” Arthur vowed.
