Chapter 9 - Justice Served

The room erupted into chaos. Flashbulbs strobed frantically as reporters captured the moment.
Mark stared at me as if he were seeing a ghost. He took a step forward, his lips trembling. "Clara... you're... you're alive..."
"No thanks to you, Mark," I said, my voice carrying clearly across the silent crowd. "You buried your own child because you were too spineless to stand up to your mother."
"This is a outrage! She's lying! She's crazy!" Eleanor shrieked, backing away toward the stage, but the state troopers quickly surrounded her, Arthur, and Mark.
Detective Miller stepped forward, pulling out a set of steel handcuffs.
"Eleanor Vance, Arthur Vance, and Mark Vance," David declared loudly. "You are under arrest for conspiracy to commit first-degree murder, attempted murder, grand larceny, and corporate fraud."
The heavy metal cuffs clicked loudly over Eleanor's wrists. She thrashed and screamed, her pristine hair falling into her face as the officers pulled her toward the exit in front of every major news outlet in the state.
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Mark looked at me, tears streaming down his face as he was handcuffed. "Clara, please... I didn't know... I love you!"
"You don't know what love is, Mark," I said coldly, turning my back on him forever. "And you will never see your child."