The officers escorted Margarethe down the grand staircase under the large American flag hanging above.
She held her head up, but her eyes were filled with anger and fear as she passed Mark.
Margarethe: This mansion belongs to me, and you will both be thrown out!
Mark: The house belonged to our family long before you showed up, Margarethe.
The police led her through the double doors toward the waiting patrol car parked outside.
Meanwhile, the paramedics carefully lifted Sarah onto the rolling stretcher to head to the hospital.
Mark walked alongside the stretcher, holding his sister's hand all the way to the ambulance.
Mark: I am coming with you in the ambulance right now, Sarah.
Sarah: Thank you for coming inside when you did, Mark.
Mark: You are safe now, and she will never hurt you ever again.
An hour later, Sarah was resting in a clean hospital room receiving care for a broken collarbone.
The doctor confirmed that her spine was completely uninjured, though she was very sore from impact.
Mark sat in the chair next to her bed when a detective walked in holding a folder.
Detective: Mr. Vance, we searched the mansion under a formal search warrant this afternoon.
Mark: Did you find something in her private office upstairs?
Detective: We found forged papers attempting to transfer your sister's trust fund to an offshore account.
Sarah wiped a tear from her eye as she listened to the officer speak clearly.
Sarah: She wanted to steal everything before I finished my college degree.
Detective: She also altered your father's last will without proper legal witnesses present.
Mark: So her entire claim to the mansion estate is completely fraudulent?
Detective: Exactly. She will be facing charges for attempted murder and grand fraud.
Sarah took a deep, relaxed breath for the first time since the horrible event occurred.
The weight of months of stress and tension finally dissolved in the quiet hospital room.
Mark smiled warmly at his sister and gently squeezed her hand resting on the blanket.