Arthur placed little Leo safely inside his soft wooden crib.
The crib sat inside the spacious sunlit parlor downstairs near guests.
He walked over to speak with his family divorce lawyer.
Lawyer: The paperwork for the family trust is completely finalized.
Arthur: So Victoria cannot touch any portion of the inheritance?
Lawyer: Not a single dollar can be moved without your signature.
Arthur: That is a massive relief for my young son's future.
Arthur felt the heavy weight lift off his tired shoulders.
He turned around to check on his sleeping infant boy.
The crib near the sunlit window was completely empty now.
Arthur's heart stopped as he scanned the crowded party room.
Arthur: Where is my son right now?
Guest: I saw a woman carrying him toward the upper stairs.
Arthur rushed toward the middle of the grand marble foyer.
He looked straight up toward the second story indoor balcony.
Victoria stood right at the edge of the high railing.
She held baby Leo high up near the dangerous ledge.
The room went instantly dead silent as guests looked up.
Gasps of pure horror echoed across the wide marble space.
Arthur: Victoria, step away from that railing right now!
Victoria: You should have shared the estate with me, Arthur!
Arthur: Put my baby down safely and we can talk money!
Victoria: It is far too late for talking now, Arthur!
Victoria smiled maliciously down at the horrified crowd below her.
She released her grip and shoved the baby over edge.
A loud collective scream filled the bright sunlit mansion hall.
Arthur did not hesitate for a single second of time.
He sprinted across the polished marble floor with extreme speed.
He slid hard across the smooth tiles with arms outstretched.
Arthur caught little Leo firmly against his chest safe landing.
The heavy catch thud echoed loudly off the high walls.
The baby whimpered quietly but was completely unharmed from fall.
Arthur held his child tightly against his fast pounding heart.
Tears of instant relief poured down his warm face quickly.
Then his deep grief turned into absolute explosive dark rage.
He stood up slowly and faced the stairs directly ahead.