Chapter 6 - THE CUFFS OF REALITY
Officer Vance (no relation to Clara) did not hesitate for a second, unimpressed by Eleanor's high-society posturing and threats.
"Ma'am, step away from the railing and place your hands behind your back," Officer Vance commanded, pulling out a pair of steel handcuffs.
"This is an absolute outrage! My son will have your badge before the sun rises tomorrow!" Eleanor shrieked, her aristocratic composure finally shattering.
The cold metal cuffs snapped tightly around her wrists with a sharp, metallic click that echoed through the upper hallway.
Down below on the checkered floor, Clara watched the arrest unfold, feeling the first genuine breath of safety enter her lungs since she married into the family.
Ethan led Clara toward the sitting room adjacent to the foyer, sitting her down on a velvet-upholstered armchair.
A paramedic team rushed through the front doors, wheeling a medical kit toward Clara to check for internal injuries and shock.
"Her pulse is rapid, and she’s suffering from acute trauma, but there are no major fractures from the fall," the lead paramedic reported professionally.
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Ethan knelt beside her chair, gently taking her cold hands in his and rubbing them to restore warmth and circulation.
"You're safe now, honey. I promise you, she will never, ever touch you again," Ethan vowed softly.
