Chapter 4 - The Vanishing Heir
Uncle Thomas didn't hesitate. He took the memory card from Maria’s hand, walked directly over to Arthur’s study, and inserted it into the laptop on the desk.
We all followed—Arthur, Maria, me holding Maya tight against my shoulder, and Eleanor and Julian trailing behind, their former arrogance dissolving into tense, whispered arguments.
The video loaded.
The small screen showed the dim utility room. At 7:15 PM, Eleanor appeared on screen. She was carrying my sleeping baby. The footage was undeniably clear: Eleanor opened the heavy lid of the commercial freezer, placed the infant inside, closed the latch, and deliberately slid a heavy plastic crate over the top handle to weigh it down.
Then, she stood there for two full minutes, watching the lid, before walking out and shutting the door.
A collective gasp echoed in the room.
Arthur turned toward Eleanor, his face transforming into a mask of pure, absolute horror and rage. "You tried to murder my granddaughter in cold blood."
"Arthur, wait—" Eleanor stammered, backing away until her spine hit the bookshelf. "It wasn't... I wasn't going to leave her in there! I was just going to leave her for five minutes to scare Clara into leaving!"
"Shut up, Mom!" Julian snapped, his face turning pale as he realized the legal implications. "Thomas, listen to me—"
"Shut your mouth, Julian," Thomas said calmly, pulling a pair of steel handcuffs from his coat pocket. "Eleanor Vance, you are under arrest for attempted murder, child endangerment, and conspiracy."
"No!" Eleanor shrieked as Thomas grabbed her wrists, snapping the metal cuffs over her hands. "Arthur! Tell him to stop! I am your wife!"
"You are a monster," Arthur whispered, turning his back on her. "And as of tonight, you have nothing."
Julian took two slow steps backward toward the open door of the study.
"Julian, don't move," Thomas warned, keeping one hand on Eleanor’s shoulder.
"I didn't touch the baby, Uncle Thomas," Julian said, his voice dropping into a dark, desperate tone. "You have no proof I knew anything about Mom's little project tonight."
"We have the receipt under your mother's maiden name, bought with your credit card, Julian," Thomas replied coldly. "You’re coming to the station too."
In a lightning-fast motion, Julian grabbed a heavy bronze statue off the side table, slammed it against the glass window of the study, shattering it into a shower of dangerous shards, and scrambled out into the stormy night.
"Julian!" Eleanor screamed.
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"Stay here with Clara and the baby!" Thomas yelled to Arthur, pulling his firearm as he sprinted out the back doors after Julian.
Outside, thunder crashed over the estate, and the roar of a high-powered sports car engine echoed through the driveway as Julian sped into the dark rain, escaping into the night.
