Lily buried her small face into Mark's navy blue shirt, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest.
Mark rubbed her back gently, whispering soft, soothing promises into her quiet ear.
He could feel her tiny body shaking from the emotional distress of the afternoon.
Clara stood nearby, her defensive attitude quickly turning into visible panic and fear.
She adjusted the gold jewelry on her wrist while trying to fix her posture.
Clara: Mark, be reasonable, I am going to be her stepmother soon!
Mark: There will be no wedding, and there will be no stepmother!
Clara: You are letting a domestic maid ruin our entire future together!
Maria: I have full video recordings of how she treats the child daily, sir.
Mark looked up from the floor, his eyes locking onto Clara with cold intensity.
He realized this cruel incident was not a one-time mistake or simple misunderstanding.
Clara had been hiding a mean, bitter personality behind her fake, sweet smile for months.
She only cared about Mark's vast inheritance, his business profits, and high status.
She viewed little Lily as a burden that stood in the way of her luxury.
Mark slowly stood up while keeping Lily cradled safely in his left arm.
He pointed a firm finger directly at Clara's pale face in the foyer.
Mark: Pack your things and get out of this house this very second.
Clara: You can't just throw me out, we signed an engagement contract!
Mark: That contract is broken, along with every lie you ever told me.
Clara took a step backward, realizing her comfortable life of luxury was slipping away.
She tried to put on a soft face to manipulate Mark one last time.
Clara: Please, Mark, I love you and I can change for you!
Mark: The only place you are going is out that front door.
Sirens began to flash brightly through the tall front glass windows of the home.
Mark had called the local authorities right before he sped away from his office.