Chapter 9 - The Final Hurdle
The chaos in the bedroom reached a fever pitch as medical personnel rushed in behind the police. The sudden flood of adrenaline and stress had accelerated Emily’s labor, and the sharp, piercing pain in her abdomen left no doubt: the baby was coming right now.
“My water just broke,” Emily gasped, doubling over as Margaret and Daniel were being forcibly escorted out of the room in handcuffs.
Margaret glared back at Emily over the shoulder of a towering police officer, her eyes filled with pure, unadulterated hatred. “You haven't won,” Margaret hissed as they dragged her down the corridor. “The trust is still frozen—you’ll never see a dime without my signature—”
“Actually, Margaret,” Rosa called out from the doorway, leaning on her walking cane with a triumphant smile, “Richard’s clause specifically stated that if either of you were arrested for attempting on Emily’s life, your trustee status is instantly revoked and transferred to the independent court-appointed executor. You’re broke.”
Margaret stopped dead, her jaw dropping open in silent horror, before the officers hurried her down the stairs.
Meanwhile, the medics lifted Emily onto a rolling stretcher. Rosa rushed to her side, gripping her uninjured hand tightly.
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“You’re going to be okay, Emily. I’ve got you,” Rosa whispered, tears of relief shining in her old eyes.
“Let’s go meet our daughter,” Emily breathed, a fierce, triumphant smile breaking through her pain as the ambulance doors slammed shut outside, racing toward the hospital under a bright, clearing sky.
