Chapter 10 - The Call for Retribution
Arthur Bennett slipped his tailored tuxedo jacket from his broad shoulders with smooth, deliberate precision.
He gently wrapped the dry, warm wool around Clara’s shaking, water-soaked frame, pulling the lapels tight around her neck.
Clara leaned into his chest, her weeping soft and exhausted, her fingers clutching his lapels with desperate relief.
Arthur cradled her head in the crook of his arm, feeling the steady, reassuring rise and fall of her chest.
Elena stood up slowly, her wet uniform dripping rhythmically onto the marble, her brown eyes steady and vigilant.
Arthur looked up at the brave housemaid, his expression filled with immense, unyielding respect.
"You saved my daughter's life tonight, Elena," Arthur said, his deep voice carrying clearly across the silent courtyard.
"You will never have to work another day in service unless you choose to, and this family will protect you forever."
Elena nodded once with quiet, dignified humility, stepping back to give the father and daughter their sacred space.
Arthur then turned his head slowly, his piercing gray eyes locking directly onto Victoria cowering against the broken banquet table.
Victoria shrank beneath his gaze, her hands still trembling in front of her smeared, pathetic face.
The absolute finality in Arthur’s eyes was worse than any physical blow he could have delivered.
There would be no quiet divorce, no lucrative settlement, no sweep-it-under-the-rug social compromise.
He raised his right hand toward the assembled crowd, his command cutting through the crisp night air like a guillotine.
"CALL THE POLICE! NOW!" Arthur roared with thunderous, unquestioned authority.
"Report an attempted murder on private property, and demand the dispatch of paramedics immediately!"
Several guests instantly pressed emergency numbers on their phone screens, placing the calls without a second of hesitation.
Victoria let out a low, strangled gasp of pure terror, her pale face draining of what little color remained.
She realized that Arthur was not just casting her out of the mansion; he was sending her straight to a maximum-security prison.
The sirens of the estate's private security vehicles were already wailing in the distance, speeding down the grand avenue.
Victoria dropped to her knees among the broken glass, sobbing in helpless, pathetic despair as the trap snapped shut.
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Arthur pulled Clara closer against his heart, his hand shielding her eyes from the spectacle of the monster's downfall.
The justice would be absolute, the legal war would be merciless, and the truth of Victoria Bennett was finally exposed to the world.
