
Arthur walked quickly through the crowd wearing his dark red velvet jacket.
His face looked like storm clouds as he saw the scene near the flag.
The surrounding crowd parted instantly to let the powerful billionaire pass through easily.
He walked directly toward the woman who was yelling at his sick son.
Victoria froze for a brief second as Arthur stood right beside Elena.
His strong presence commanded complete silence across the giant marble ballroom floor.
He looked at his son's shaking hands and adjusted the medical tube softly.
Then he turned his sharp gaze toward the panicking woman in green.
Arthur: Mateo, I am here now. Who raised their voice against my son?
Elena: Sir, she tried to force us out into the cold dark alley.
Victoria: Arthur, I was only trying to protect your grand party reputation!
Arthur: My son's safety is the only reputation I care about tonight.
Victoria: The maid was being rude to me in front of these guests!
Elena: I only stood my ground to protect little Mateo from harm.
Arthur placed his warm hand gently on Mateo's small shoulder for comfort.
He felt deep anger stirring inside his chest against his cruel relative.
He had spent years trusting Victoria with important business choices for his company.
Now he saw her true personality shining clearly under the bright room lights.
The guests watched quietly as Arthur waited for his son to speak up.
He wanted the truth to come directly from the sweet child himself.
Victoria tried to smooth down her silk gown with noticeably trembling fingers.
She realized she had crossed a line that could cost her everything now.
Her face grew red as people whispered about her awful behavior tonight.
Arthur: Speak to me, Mateo. Tell your father what happened here.
Mateo: Dad, it was scary when she shouted at Elena like that.
Arthur: Did she try to hurt you or make you leave us?
Mateo: She said I did not belong in this big bright home.
Arthur: You belong here more than anyone else in this entire world.
Arthur stood up straight and looked down at Victoria with pure anger.