The Boss Accused His Maid of Kidnapping — Until the 1-Year-Old Touched Her Cheek and Called Her "Mama"

Vincent didn't shoot him. A bullet was too quick for a man who tore a mother away from her child.

Vincent lowered the gun and pulled out his cell phone again. He hit a single button.

Within seconds, four heavily armed, elite private security contractors marched into the dining room. They completely ignored Thomas and looked directly at Vincent for orders.

"Take my brother to the basement," Vincent commanded smoothly. "Strip his corporate access. Transfer every single dollar of his personal wealth into a private trust fund for this young woman. When you are done extracting the exact location of his offshore accounts, hand him over to the federal authorities with the clinic’s medical files. Tell the judge I want him in solitary confinement for human trafficking and kidnapping."

"No! Please!" Thomas shrieked like a banshee, thrashing and kicking wildly as two massive contractors grabbed him by the arms, hauling him violently up from the floor.

"I am the rightful heir!" Thomas screamed hysterically as they dragged him toward the heavy mahogany doors.

"You are nothing," Vincent whispered into the cold air.

Thomas’s desperate, pathetic cries faded down the long hallway, ending his reign of greed and cruelty forever. He would spend the rest of his miserable life locked in a federal penitentiary, completely stripped of the wealth he had destroyed lives to obtain.

The grand dining room fell into a profound, heavy, and incredibly peaceful silence.