Mark did not hesitate for a single second when Victoria shifted her weight.
He sprinted across the polished marble floor with every ounce of speed he had.
His leather shoes slid across the smooth floor as he reached out his arms.
Victoria lost her grip on the small bundle near the balcony edge.
Mark slid onto his knees hard against the cold marble tiles.
He caught baby Tommy safely against his chest just in time.
The heavy impact bruised his legs, but he did not feel any physical pain.
He pulled the small child tight against his beating heart while sitting down.
Mark: I have got you.
Tears of pure relief began to pour down his sweaty cheeks.
Mark: You are safe now, my sweet little boy.
The baby began to cry softly against Mark linen white shirt.
Mark kissed the top of the baby head with trembling warm lips.
He looked up toward the balcony where Victoria stood completely frozen.
A sharp gasp escaped her mouth as she pressed a hand over her lips.
Her dark eyes widened in absolute shock and panic.
She had not expected Mark to move so fast across the room.
Victoria: Mark, please let me explain what just happened!
Mark: You stay right where you are!
Mark stood up quickly while holding Tommy firmly in his right arm.
His face turned red with pure rage and protective anger.
He marched up the grand staircase two steps at a time.
The heavy footsteps echoed loudly through the large empty mansion.
Victoria backed away slowly until her spine hit the dark hallway wall.
Victoria: It was an accident!
Mark: You tried to harm my son because of money!
Victoria: I slipped on the rug, I swear to you!
Mark: I saw your eyes, Victoria!
He pulled his cell phone out of his coat pocket with his free hand.
He dialed three numbers with shaking thumbs while staring directly into her eyes.
Mark: Get the police here right now!