Evelyn: You can't do this to me! I built this family's social standing after your mother died!
Marcus: You drained my mother's private trust accounts and replaced her jewelry with fake replicas, Evelyn. My forensic team spent the last month tracking your offshore bank transfers.
Isabella leaned her head against Marcus's chest, her body trembling from the lingering shock.
Isabella: She told me yesterday... she said if I ever brought up the missing estate funds, she would make sure you divorced me and took full custody of the baby.
Marcus: She lied to you, Isabella. She used your grief and your gentle nature to control you.
Evelyn: She was weak! She was giving away millions of dollars to small charities instead of investing in Sterling Logistics!
Marcus: Those charities were established by my mother's will. You had no right to touch a single cent of that money.
The heavy bedroom doors swung open, and three paramedics in blue uniforms rushed into the room carrying medical bags and a portable stretcher, accompanied by Marcus's head of security, Thomas.
Dr. Vance: Isabella, lie still for me. I need to check your vitals and run a quick ultrasound monitor right away.
Isabella: Is the baby okay, Doctor? Please tell me the baby is okay!
Dr. Vance: Let's take a look right now. Stay calm and breathe through your nose.
Dr. Vance placed the cold ultrasound wand gently against Isabella's sweater, adjusting the small portable screen beside her.
A steady, rhythmic beating sound filled the quiet bedroom, echoing clearly off the high plaster ceilings.
Dr. Vance: Heart rate is strong and steady at 145 beats per minute. The baby is safe, Isabella.
Isabella closed her eyes, letting out a long, sobbing sigh as Marcus pressed a warm kiss to her forehead.
Marcus: Thank God... thank God.
Dr. Vance: However, the impact from the fall did cause some mild muscle strain. We need to transport her to the hospital immediately for twenty-four hours of strict observation.
Marcus: Get the stretcher ready. Thomas, assist the doctors.
Thomas: Right away, sir.
Evelyn tried to slip past the paramedics while everyone was focused on the portable monitor, but Thomas stepped directly into her path, his broad shoulders blocking the hallway frame entirely.
Thomas: Where do you think you're going, Mrs. Sterling?
Evelyn: Step aside, Thomas! You work for the Sterling family, and I am the matriarch of this household!
Thomas: My contract is with Marcus Sterling, ma'am. And two local police cruisers just pulled up the driveway.
Evelyn's breath hitched sharp in her throat as red and blue lights began flashing through the bedroom windows, painting the walls in rhythmic shades of crimson.
Evelyn: Marcus! Call off the police! We can handle this quietly within the family!
Marcus: You stopped being family the moment you put my wife and child in danger for a trust fund.