Mark wrapped his suit jacket around Lily's wet shoulders to keep her warm and safe.
He held his daughter close while staring up at Sarah with sheer anger in his eyes.
Sarah pushed herself up from the floor and rubbed her shoulder with a scowl.
Sarah: How dare you touch me like that in front of the servants!
Mark: You put freezing ice over my eight-year-old daughter for a mistake!
Sarah: She needs to respect my home and my valuable things, Mark!
Mark: This is my home, and she is my daughter, you monster!
Sarah tried to smooth down her beige dress, but her hands were shaking with anger.
She looked around the room and saw the security guards standing near the open door.
Sarah: Call the police right now and have him thrown out of my sight!
Mark: Nobody is calling anyone except my divorce lawyer and the legal authorities!
Mark stood up slowly and grabbed the empty metal bucket from the white floor.
He walked over to the ice chest near the kitchen counter without breaking eye contact.
He scooped up a fresh batch of solid ice cubes until the bucket was full.
Sarah stepped back in fear as she realized what Mark was about to do.
Sarah: Stop! You can't do this to me, I am your wife!
Mark: You treat my child like trash, now feel how it actually feels!
Mark poured the heavy bucket of ice directly over Sarah as she gasped in shock.
The cold ice cubes crashed onto her clothes and scattered all across the wet floor.
Sarah screamed in absolute panic as the freezing water soaked her expensive dress completely.
She scrambled backward on her hands and knees like a terrified animal on the tile.
Lily watched safely from the plush sofa as her father stood tall before her.