Chapter 3 - THE MOUNT SINAI GUARDIAN
The emergency room doors of Mount Sinai Hospital burst open as paramedics wheeled Clara down the bright, sterile corridor.
Reporters from the New York Post and Wall Street Journal crowded the lobby, their camera flashes blinding the security detail.
"Is the Montgomery heir alive?" a journalist shouted, shoving a microphone past the yellow police tape.
Inside the private trauma bay, Dr. Harrison carefully adjusted the ultrasound transducer across Clara's bruised stomach.
"Look right here, Clara," Dr. Harrison said softly, pointing to the glowing monitor screen.
A steady, rhythmic heartbeat echoed through the quiet room like a distant drumbeat.
"The baby is strong," the doctor confirmed, wiping away a tear from Clara's cheek. "It's a miracle the fall didn't cause a detachment."
Clara let out a ragged breath, her bruised fingers tightening around her silver smartphone.
Detective Reese walked into the room, pulling a chair beside her bed as the door clicked shut.
"Victoria’s high-priced lawyers are already at the precinct," Reese reported, his expression dark. "They’re claiming she suffered a sudden psychotic break."
"She didn't have a break, Reese," Clara said, her voice dropping into an icy whisper. "She knew exactly what she was doing."
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"Why now?" Reese asked. "Why push you today?"
"Because today was the deadline for my father's thirty-million-dollar trust fund to mature," Clara revealed.
