The tall wooden doors burst open with a crash.
Mark stood in the doorway with his dark suit on.
He had driven fast from the airport without stopping.
He saw his small daughter kneeling on the floor.
He saw her sore hands and her tearful red face.
A wave of dark rage covered his tired face.
He dropped his leather briefcase onto the hardwood floor.
He sprinted across the large hall toward his wife.
Victoria took two fast steps back in pure shock.
She had never seen her wealthy husband look so mad.
Mark stopped right in front of her high table.
He yelled out loud demanding to know what happened.
His voice shook the glass pictures on the wall.
Victoria stuttered while trying to find quick excuses.
She claimed the girl was just throwing a tantrum.
Mark pointed directly at his child's red hands.
He stepped closer until Victoria backed against the wall.
He demanded a full answer for this cruel treatment.
Victoria gasped for breath as the confrontation grew hot.
She realized her position of power was completely gone.
Mark turned his back on her without another word.
He rushed down to his knees beside his small child.
He picked up Lily gently in his strong arms.
The little girl buried her face in his jacket.
She sobbed softly now that her daddy was home.
Mark wiped the tears from her pale cold cheeks.
He promised her that no one would hurt her again.
Victoria tried to step forward to explain herself.
Mark glared back with eyes full of absolute coldness.
He told her that her time here was over.