Within moments, two tall, uniformed security guards marched quickly up the front marble stairs.
Victoria took a step forward, her voice rising into an anxious, frantic screech of desperation.
Victoria: Mark, you cannot do this to me! We are married! I have legal rights here!
Mark: You signed a complete prenuptial agreement before our wedding day, Victoria.
Mark: You have zero claim to this house, this land, or a single cent of my inheritance.
He pointed a stern, unwavering finger down the grand marble stairs toward the outer perimeter gates.
Mark: Get out of my estate before I have you arrested for child endangerment!
Victoria gasped loudly, clutching her silk robe tightly around her chest as the guards stepped closer.
Arthur: Ma'am, please step down the stairs quietly, or we will escort you off the premises by force.
Seeing that she had no allies left, Victoria turned on her heel with a furious huff.
She stumbled down the marble steps in her high heels, avoiding the glance of the lawn workers.
Mark watched her until she passed through the security gates and onto the public street outside.
He then turned back toward his daughter, kneeling down on the polished stone once again.
He gently wiped the remaining dirt from Isabella's cheeks with his clean silk handkerchief.
Mark: I am so deeply sorry, Isabella. I should have protected you sooner.
Isabella: You came back when I needed you most, Dad. That is all that matters.