Richard leaned down over the crying boy on the slick marble floor.
His face twisted into a cold sneer as he stared down at Owen.
He did not reach out his hand to help the child stand up.
Richard: Kids like you should just stay home where you belong.
Owen: You kicked my leg! Why did you do that?
Richard: You were blocking my path, you useless little brat.
Owen tried to reach for his metallic crutch lying three feet away.
Richard deliberately kicked the crutch further across the polished floor with his shoe.
The metal crutch clattered against the wall near a large glass vase.
Several guests nearby stopped walking and turned their heads in shock.
Nobody stepped forward yet because Richard was a very influential local billionaire.
He owned the company that sponsored the entire charity event that night.
Owen hid his face in his small hands and sobbed loudly from pain.
Sarah heard the familiar crying sound from across the white doorway hall.
Her motherly instinct kicked in immediately as her heart skipped a beat.
She dropped her purse on a nearby chair without even looking back.
Sarah sprinted through the doorway in her elegant emerald green dress.
Her high heels clicked rapidly against the shiny floor as she ran.
Sarah: Owen! Oh my god, Owen!
Sarah slid down onto her knees right beside her sobbing child.
She wrapped her arms around Owen and pulled him into a warm hug.
She checked his forehead and his prosthetic leg for any terrible injuries.
Owen squeezed his mother's neck tightly while trembling uncontrollably in fear.
Owen: That mean man kicked me and took my crutch away, Mom!
Sarah: It is okay, baby. Mommy is right here with you now.
Sarah glared up at Richard with burning anger in her dark eyes.
Richard stood above them with his hands resting casually inside his pockets.
He smirked down at Sarah as if she were dirt under his boots.
Sarah: Did you just kick my disabled son to the ground?
Richard: I did not kick anyone, lady. He tripped over his own clumsy feet.
Owen: No, he pushed me on purpose! He called me a brat!
Richard: Keep your mouth shut if you know what is good for you, boy.
Sarah stood up slowly while keeping Owen behind her back safely.
Her body trembled with pure rage as she faced the tall man.
The crowd of wealthy guests formed a large circle around the conflict.
A photographer from the local news channel raised his camera from afar.
Sarah took a bold step forward until she was inches away from Richard.
Sarah: Apologize to my son right now before I call the police.
Richard: Call whoever you want, woman. I practically own this entire building.
Richard raised his hand dismissively and turned his shoulder toward her sneeringly.
Richard: He was in my way, so I cleared my path like usual.
The cold words echoed across the quiet hall for everyone to hear clear.