Theresa Fairchild stepped forward, pulling a series of official legal documents from her briefcase.
She looked at Sabina with absolute professional indifference.
“Sabina Vance,” Theresa announced clearly. “As of fifteen minutes ago, Mr. Prescott has officially revoked all your access privileges to this property. Furthermore, we are pressing immediate criminal charges against you for child abuse, intentional infliction of emotional distress, and felony extortion.”
“Extortion?!” Sabina shrieked hysterically. “That is insane! I never extorted anyone in my entire life!”
“We have clear audio recordings from twenty minutes ago,” Theresa countered smoothly. “You explicitly threatened to file false police reports regarding theft and physical assault against Rosamund lower unless she complied with your demands. Attempting to frame an employee and using police action as a weapon constitutes felony coercion and blackmail under state law.”
Theresa stepped slightly closer, her tone dropping into a razor-sharp whisper.
“And that is only the beginning, Sabina. Mr. Prescott instructed my team to perform a forensic audit of all household allowance transfers made over the past five months. We have already uncovered four unauthorized wire transfers sent directly to personal accounts registered under your maiden name in the Cayman Islands, totaling over $1.4 million. You did not just abuse his children; you committed grand larceny.”
Sabina’s knees buckled under her weight, and she slid down the wall, collapsing onto the rug in a heap of expensive designer fabric.
“No… please, Chadworth… talk to me… do not do this to me…”
The two state police officers stepped forward immediately.
“Miss Vance, please stand up. You are under arrest.”
“Get your hands off me!” Sabina screamed hysterically as the officers pulled her up and secured her wrists behind her back in heavy steel handcuffs. “Chadworth! Look at me! You are making a massive mistake! She is just a simple maid! She is nobody! You are ruining my life over a pair of ungrateful little—”
“Remove her from my home immediately,” Chadworth ordered without looking back at her.
The officers dragged the wailing, hysterical woman out through the main entryway.
The heavy wooden doors slammed shut behind them, restoring a deep, peaceful quiet to the grand mansion.
The silence that followed was immense and healing.
Chadworth stood in the center of the vast room, looking around at the marble pillars and expensive artwork.
For years, the mansion had felt like an empty, sterile museum, but looking at his daughters now, he realized what truly mattered.
