Mark stood up carefully while holding the young baby in his left arm.
He offered his strong right hand to help Emiles stand securely on her crutches.
She leaned against his hip as she caught her balance on the smooth marble floor.
The heavy front door swung open wider as Mark's ex-wife walked into the sunlit room.
She carried a high-end designer handbag and wore expensive dark sunglasses.
Her face went completely pale when she saw Mark standing inside the bright entryway.
Ex-Wife: What are you doing in my house right now, Mark?
Mark: I came to rescue our daughter from your horrific neglect.
Ex-Wife: She was perfectly fine in her bedroom upstairs.
Mark: She was crawling on the floor carrying a baby because you hid her leg brace!
Ex-Wife: That is none of your business anymore.
Mark: It is my business when you put our daughter in direct physical danger.
The woman in the maroon dress stepped beside the ex-wife and whispered in her ear.
They looked at the thick legal documents inside the paper folder.
Mark realized they were attempting to push through an illegal mortgage transfer on the house.
They wanted to drain the family trust fund before the court hearing next month.
Mark: Hand over the medical leg brace immediately.
Ex-Wife: You have no right to order me around in this home.
Mark: My family attorney is already on his way with local law enforcement.
The ex-wife's confidence suddenly vanished as she looked toward the open main gate.
She knew that an official police investigation would ruin her court standing completely.
Emiles pulled on her father's sleeve as tears continued to fall down her small face.
Emiles: Daddy, my leg brace is locked inside the office cabinet.
Mark: We are going to get it right now, sweetie.
Mark walked firmly past both women toward the private back hallway office.
He refused to let anyone stand between him and his children's safety ever again.