Mark stood in the doorway of the dining room with clenched fists.
His face was pale with suppressed rage as he looked at Sarah.
He saw the red outline on his baby daughter's small arm instantly.
The sight made his blood run completely cold within a single second.
He looked from his crying wife directly to Brenda in yellow clothes.
Mark: What happened to my daughter's arm right now?
Sarah: Mark, she hit her, she slapped our little girl!
Brenda: I was just correcting her behavior before an accident happened!
Mark: You put your hands on my baby daughter inside here?
Brenda: Don't talk to me like that in this house, Mark!
Mark: Get out of my house right this second, Brenda!
Brenda took a sudden step back as Mark pointed toward the door.
His voice shook the glass frames hanging along the dining room walls.
He had never raised his voice in the house like this before.
Brenda tried to laugh mockingly to mask her growing terror now.
She claimed Mark had no right to throw out family members.
Mark marched forward until he stood just inches away from Brenda.
He did not touch her, but his presence was completely overwhelming today.
He told her that her time in their house was officially finished.
Brenda turned her head away sharply in shock as Mark shouted loud.
She looked toward Sarah, hoping for some support from her sister.
Sarah turned her back on Brenda and walked toward the living room.
She refused to look at the woman who harmed her infant daughter.
Brenda realized then that she was entirely on her own now.
Her arrogance began to melt away into pure panic and embarrassment fast.
Brenda: Sarah, tell your husband to calm down right now!
Sarah: Pack your bags and leave before Mark calls the police!
Brenda: You are really choosing him over your own blood sister?
Sarah: My daughter is my blood, and you hurt her today!
Mark walked over to the front door and threw it wide open.
The cool afternoon breeze rushed into the heated foyer right away.
He demanded that Brenda gather her personal items immediately and leave.