Chapter 4 - THE PATRIARCH AWAKENS
In his mansion,
old Arthur Vance,
sat in library,
staring at fire,
holding black cane.
His face was,
carved from stone,
showing no emotion,
but his eyes,
flashed with anger.
He watched video,
on his computer,
seeing his granddaughter,
act like animal,
in public country,
club grand room.
He saw Olivia,
the sweet girl,
Caleb had married,
being thrown hard,
into gift table.
Arthur remembered his,
own humble beginnings,
before he became,
a wealthy billionaire,
ruling the city.
He respected hard,
working honest people,
and he liked,
Olivia's quiet dignity,
whenever they met.
He called his,
head of security,
a man named,
Marcus Vance loyal,
to come in.
"Marcus listen clear,"
the old man,
said very coldly,
"cut off Vanessa,"
"from every fund."
"Take her cars,"
"change her locks,"
"strip her title,"
"from the board,"
"effective right now."
"What about Charles,"
Marcus asked quietly,
"he is trying,"
"to cover up,"
"the whole mess."
"Charles is fool,"
Arthur barked out,
"tell him if,"
"he helps her,"
"he loses everything,"
"including his share."
Marcus nodded head,
turning away fast,
to execute orders,
without any delay,
knowing patriarch's power.
Arthur then dialed,
a private number,
calling the hospital,
asking for Caleb,
wanting to speak.
The phone rang,
in Caleb's hand,
he saw name,
answering with respect,
for his grandfather.
"Grandfather,"
Caleb said quietly,
"I hope you,"
"are not calling,"
"to defend them."
"Never my boy,"
the old man,
said with sigh,
"how is Olivia,"
"and my great-grandson?"
"They are resting,"
Caleb replied softly,
"the doctors stopped,"
"the early labor,"
"but she remains,"
"in great danger."
"I have handled,"
"Vanessa completely now,"
Arthur told him,
"she has nothing,"
"left to name."
"That is not,"
"enough for me,"
Caleb said firmly,
"I want her,"
"behind iron bars,"
"for this assault."
"You have my,"
"full support son,"
Arthur stated clear,
"use our lawyers,"
"press all charges,"
"make her pay."
"Thank you grandad,"
Caleb breathed out,
feeling a weight,
lift from shoulders,
knowing he had,
the old man's,
total backing clear.
He looked back,
at his wife,
who was sleeping,
breathing very softly,
under white blanket.
The yellow blanket,
ruined at club,
was being cleaned,
by a specialist,
Caleb had hired.
He would return,
it to her,
spotless and clean,
honoring her mother,
who had passed.
The battle lines,
were drawn deep,
the family split,
into two sides,
war had come.
And the elites,
who stayed silent,
would soon learn,
May you like
that their silence,
cost them everything.
