Chapter 3 - The Corrupt Captain
"Get her!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Arthur snapped his fingers, and his tactical team sprinted into the hallway after Chloe.
Dominic tried to run after them, but Arthur grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the doorframe.
"You are going nowhere, boy," my father growled.
I ripped the intravenous needle out of my arm, completely ignoring the fresh blood dripping down my skin.
I stumbled out of the bed and forced myself to walk toward the door.
Arthur tried to stop me, but he saw the murderous determination burning in my eyes.
We rushed into the hallway just in time to see Chloe cornered near the elevator bank.
She was hyperventilating and holding my baby tightly against her chest.
"Stay away from me!" Chloe shrieked at the approaching guards.
"Dominic forced me to do this because he owes millions to dangerous loan sharks!" she confessed loudly.
The surrounding doctors and nurses gasped in horror at the unfolding drama.
Suddenly, the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.
A squad of local police officers marched out, led by a stern-looking police captain.
I felt a wave of relief, believing the authorities had arrived to help us.
The police captain walked directly past Chloe and stopped right in front of me.
"Vivienne Sterling, you are under arrest for severe psychiatric instability and child endangerment," the captain announced.
I stared at him in utter confusion.
"What are you talking about?" I demanded.
The captain pulled a stamped document from his utility belt.
"Your husband filed a psychiatric hold yesterday, claiming you threatened to harm the child."
"We are here to escort the baby to her legal guardian, Chloe."
Arthur stepped in front of me, shielding me from the corrupt police captain.
"How much did Dominic pay you to validate this forged document?" Arthur asked dangerously.
The captain placed his hand on his service weapon.
"Step aside, Mister Sterling, or you will be arrested for obstructing justice."
Two police officers grabbed my arms and violently forced my wrists into cold steel handcuffs.
I screamed and fought against them, but my postpartum body was incredibly weak.
The captain gently took my crying baby from Chloe and smiled at her.
"The child is secure," the captain told Chloe.
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Before Arthur could signal his men to attack the police, a loud thud echoed through the corridor.
Chloe suddenly collapsed onto the linoleum floor, violently coughing up a massive pool of dark blood.
