Chapter 9 - The Fall of Victoria
By 8:00 AM, the morning sun broke through the clouds, casting a warm golden light over the city.
The main lobby of St. Jude’s Private Hospital was filled with news reporters, police officers, and federal agents. Camera flashes illuminated the marble pillars as Victoria Carter was escorted down the grand staircase in handcuffs.
Her pristine white designer suit was torn and stained with soot from the boiler room. Her hair was disheveled, and her face was twisted in a mixture of rage and defeat.
Arthur Pendelton stood beside the lead federal prosecutor, handing over a thick binder of recovered documents, including Victoria’s forged power-of-attorney and the decrypted financial ledgers.
As Victoria was led toward the police cruisers parked outside, she caught sight of me standing near the glass doors, flanked by Julian and Sarah.
She stopped, glaring at me with pure venom.
“You think you’ve won, Emma?” Victoria spat, her voice trembling with hatred. “You think you can run a multi-million-dollar medical institution? You’re nothing without your father!”
I walked slowly out the front doors, stepping into the crisp morning air, stopping just inches from her.
“I am my father’s daughter,” I said, my voice cold, quiet, and absolute. “And I am my mother’s daughter. You took four years of our lives, Victoria. You murdered innocent people for land and money. But today, it ends.”
I pulled out the tiny key Sarah had given me—the key to the private archives—and dropped it into the federal agent’s hand.
“Check the safe in her private residence,” I told the agent. “You’ll find the land deeds of the six other patients she killed.”
Victoria’s face drained of what little color remained. She realized, with absolute certainty, that she would spend the rest of her life behind iron bars.
The agents pushed her into the back of the police cruiser and slammed the door shut. The sirens blared as the convoy pulled away into the morning traffic.
Julian walked up beside me, leaning against his cane, looking at the departing cars.
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“My father finally gets to rest,” Julian murmured softly, a profound sense of peace washing over his face.
“So does my mother,” I said, looking up at the grand hospital building towering above us.
