I carried the baby into my private study, locking the heavy mahogany doors behind us while dialing our family divorce lawyer and estate executor, Marcus, on speakerphone[cite: 5]. Emily sat on the leather sofa, cradling her younger sibling while soft emotional strings played in the background of our shattered peace[cite: 5].
Marcus: David? Your voice sounds shaken. Is everything alright at the mansion[cite: 5]?
David: Marcus, I need an emergency asset freeze and a complete restraining order against Eleanor filed immediately[cite: 5].
Marcus: An asset freeze? That's a massive legal step, David. What prompted this sudden emergency[cite: 5]?
David: She literally just threw our newborn baby off the second-story balcony into the foyer. I caught the child inches from the marble floor[cite: 5].
A stunned silence hung over the phone line before Marcus responded with cold, professional urgency[cite: 5].
Marcus: Dear God... is the baby physically unharmed? Do we need an ambulance[cite: 5]?
David: The baby is bruised and terrified, but alive. Marcus, she tried to orchestrate an accidental death for a high-value insurance payout[cite: 5].
Emily: Tell Uncle Marcus she tried to push us all down, daddy[cite: 5]!
Marcus: I heard that, sweetie. Don't worry, help is on the way[cite: 5].
David: Use every clause in the family trust agreement. Trigger the moral turpitude clause and strip her of every corporate share and property deed she controls[cite: 5].
Marcus: I'm drafting the emergency injunction right now. Under the penal code for attempted homicide and child endangerment, she'll lose all rights to the estate before sunset[cite: 5].
David: Good. Get the local authorities involved and meet me at the front gates. We're locking down the entire compound[cite: 5].
Marcus: I'm dispatching the court courier and notifying Detective Reyes right now. Stay inside and keep the doors secured[cite: 5].