Paramedic: Her vitals are stabilizing, but she needs immediate hospital care for oxygen deprivation and severe dehydration.
Ethan: Can I ride in the ambulance with her?
Paramedic: You bet you can, son. You're the reason she's breathing right now.
Eleanor: Hold my hand, Ethan... don't let go...
Ethan: I'm never letting go, Mom. Never again.
Outside the memorial chapel, rain began to fall softly against the stained-glass windows, washing away the dust and heat of the terrifying afternoon. Red and blue police lights reflected off the wet pavement where Marcus was shoved into the back of a patrol car.
Lawyer: Mrs. Vance, I am David Miller, your father's former corporate attorney. I heard what happened and came as fast as I could.
Eleanor: David... is the estate safe?
Lawyer: Every single asset, the family trust fund, and the entire company remain completely intact under your name. Marcus signed a full confession of financial fraud during his preliminary interrogation upstairs.
Ethan: Will he ever come back, Mr. Miller?
Lawyer: He will spend the rest of his natural life behind bars, young man. You made sure of that today.
Eleanor: Thank you, David. Please... make sure everything is transferred into a secure trust for Ethan.
Ethan: I don't care about the money, Mom. I just wanted my mother back.
Eleanor pulled her son close, kissing his dirt-streaked forehead as the stretcher was wheeled gently out into the cool afternoon air, leaving the dark shadows of the chapel behind them forever.
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