Arthur: Vanessa, baby, look at me. Are you okay?
Vanessa: My stomach hurts, Dad. He pushed me...
Arthur: Shh, don't talk. I have the medical team right behind me.
Arthur looked up at Julian. His eyes were cold, dark, and full of pure hatred.
Julian: Mr. Vance, please! She tripped! I didn't push her!
Chloe: Yes, sir! She lost her balance on the top step! We didn't do anything!
Arthur: Do you think I'm blind, girl?
Chloe: Sir, I'm just a guest here—
Arthur: Shut your mouth before I have you thrown off this property!
Chloe flinched and stepped behind Julian, her hands shaking as she clutched her gold dress.
Julian: Look, Mr. Vance, let's talk about this like businessmen. Vanessa and I have been having problems—
Arthur: You called my daughter dead weight.
Julian: I was angry! I said things I didn't mean!
Arthur: You told her she was an embarrassment while she lay bleeding on the floor with my grandchild inside her.
Julian: I didn't know she was hurt that badly!
Vanessa pressed her hand against her abdomen, letting out a soft sob.
Vanessa: He knew, Dad. He looked right at me and laughed.
Arthur: I gave you everything, Julian. I funded your company. I gave you a seat at my table.
Julian: And I worked hard for your company! I earned my place!
Arthur: You earned nothing. You lived off my daughter's generosity.
The heavy doors opened again, and four paramedics rushed inside carrying a gurney, followed by two uniformed police officers.
Paramedic: Ma'am, stay still. We're going to lift you up carefully.
Vanessa: Please... check the baby first.
Paramedic: We're on it, ma'am. Pulse is steady, but we need to move fast.
Julian tried to step closer to the stretcher, but one of the police officers put a firm hand against his chest.
Police Officer: Step back, sir.
Julian: This is my house! You can't tell me where to stand in my own house!
Arthur: It isn't your house anymore, Julian.
Julian: What are you talking about?
Arthur: Check your phone.
Julian pulled his phone from his pocket. His hands were shaking so badly he almost dropped it. A dozen urgent notifications flooded his screen.
Julian: What... what is this?
Arthur: That is the emergency revocation of your estate trust.
Julian: You can't revoke the trust! The prenup says—
Arthur: The prenup states that in the event of domestic abuse or infidelity, all joint assets immediately revert back to the Vance Estate.
Chloe: Julian... what does that mean?
Julian: Shut up, Chloe!
Arthur: It means you are standing in a house you no longer own, wearing a suit paid for by my daughter's money.
Julian: Mr. Vance, please! We can fix this! Let me come to the hospital with you!
Arthur: Touch her stretcher and you will leave this hall in handcuffs.
Arthur turned away, walking beside the paramedics as they rolled Vanessa out toward the waiting ambulance.
Vanessa: Dad... don't let him get away with this.
Arthur: He won't, sweetheart. By tonight, he won't even have a name left to stand on.
Julian watched the doors close behind them. He turned to Chloe, his breathing fast and ragged.
Chloe: Julian, tell me he's bluffing! He can't just take away the mansion!
Julian: He isn't bluffing... Arthur Vance never bluffs.