Sarah did not hesitate for even a single second after hearing that.
She swung her right hand across the air with all her strength.
A loud slap echoed through the grand room like a gunshot burst.
Sarah's palm hit Richard's left cheek with incredible explosive force.
The impact snapped Richard's head back violently toward the tall flower display.
He lost his balance entirely on his slippery leather dress shoes.
Richard crashed hard into a heavy wooden pedestal holding a red flower vase.
The tall pedestal tipped over with a terrifying crashing sound instantly.
Glass shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces across the shiny white marble.
Red wine and wet flower petals spilled all over Richard's expensive white shirt.
He landed flat on his back among the broken glass and wet stems.
The entire room went dead silent as guests gasped in sheer shock.
Richard lay on the floor panting heavily as red liquid soaked his suit.
His cheek burned bright red where Sarah's hand had struck him hard.
He pointed his finger up at Sarah with a fierce and furious look.
Richard: You crazy woman! You just completely ruined your entire life!
Sarah: Touch my son ever again and I will end you completely!
Sarah stood tall in front of the giant hanging American flag display.
Her voice was like cold steel as she stared down at the billionaire.
Tears of protective anger pooled in her eyes but did not fall down.
Owen looked up at his mother with total awe from the floor.
He had never seen his gentle mother stand up so fiercely before.
Richard scrambled backward away from the sharp pieces of broken glass floor.
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his cell phone rapidly.
Richard: Security! Get over here right now and arrest this violent psycho!
Two large security guards in black uniforms hurried into the main hallway.
The lead guard looked at Richard covered in red wine and shattered glass.
He then looked at Sarah standing quietly beside her crying little boy.
Richard: She assaulted me! Throw her in jail and sue her for everything!
Sarah: He kicked my handicapped son to the floor first, officer.
The lead security guard paused and looked down at Owen's metal leg.
The crowd began whispering loudly as people pointed their phones at Richard.
Several guests pulled out their devices to record the dramatic scene unfolding.
A wealthy elderly woman stepped forward out of the growing crowd suddenly.
She was Mrs. Eleanor Vance, the chief founder of the children charity foundation.
Eleanor: What on earth is going on in my hall right now?
Richard: Eleanor! This poor woman attacked me without any reason at all!
Eleanor: I have eyes, Richard, and I saw how you treat people.
Eleanor looked at Richard with deep disgust showing on her aged face.
She walked over to Owen and picked up his shiny metallic crutch carefully.
She handed the crutch back to Owen with a gentle and warm smile.
Eleanor: Are you alright, little man? Did he hurt your leg badly?
Owen: My back hurts a little, but my mom saved me.