Chapter 12 - The Removal
A sharp scream of outrage and embarrassment tore from Bellamy's throat as the cold steel cut into her wrists.
"Get your hands off me!" she thrashing against the officer's grip, her tight bun unraveling, long strands of blonde hair falling wildly across her sweat-stained face. "Byron! Tell them to stop! You can't let them arrest me in my own dining room!"
"It's not your dining room, Bellamy," Lorna said softly, standing up from her chair with complete grace. She looked at her daughter-in-law without a single drop of malice—only pity. "It never was."
Byron stepped up to the officer. "Take her to the county precinct. The fraud charges will be filed officially at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Byron! Please!" Bellamy sobbed, her arrogance completely shattered as she was dragged backward across the marble floor toward the open front doors. "I'm sorry! I'll apologize to your mother! I'll clean the dress! I'll clean the tablecloth! Just please don't do this!"
Her cries echoed down the long grand hallway, fading into the freezing night air as Officer Davis guided her out into the waiting police cruiser, its red and blue lights flashing brightly against the snow-covered lawn.
Inside the dining room, a heavy silence returned. Evelyn Miller gathered her handbag in total disgrace, scurrying out the side door without looking a single person in the eye.
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Lorna stood beside the table, looking down at the dark coffee stain on the white linen.
👉 What unexpected gesture is Byron about to make to restore his mother's complete honor?
