Her Aggressive Son Violently Shoved Her — Until She Made a Phone Call That Destroyed His Billionaire Delusion

"Gloria!" Trevor screamed hysterically, completely losing his mind. He turned and sprinted toward the grand staircase, fully intending to drag his mother out of her bedroom and force her to reverse the transactions. "Gloria, get down here right now!"

But before his foot even hit the first marble step, the flashing red and blue lights of multiple police cruisers illuminated the massive front windows of the mansion.

Two uniformed police officers stormed through the open front doors, stepping past the private security contractors.

"Trevor Vance," the lead officer barked loudly, resting his hand firmly on his utility belt.

"Thank God you're here!" Trevor wept, pointing desperately at the security team. "These men are trying to throw me out of my own house! Arrest them!"

The police officer didn't look at the security team. He marched directly up to Trevor, unhooking a pair of heavy steel handcuffs from his belt.

"I'm not here for them, Mr. Vance," the officer stated coldly, his eyes locking onto the panicked man. "I'm here for you. Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

Kristen let out an apocalyptic shriek of pure, unadulterated terror. "What are you doing to him?!"

"Trevor Vance, you are under arrest for aggravated elder abuse and felony domestic assault," the officer announced clearly, violently grabbing Trevor's arms and twisting them behind his back. "We have the medical report and high-definition photographs of your mother's injuries from the trauma clinic."