David remained standing near the arched entryway with his jaw clamped shut tightly.
He wanted to hear every single word before he stepped into the bright room.
Sarah stepped closer to the trembling child while raising her loud voice higher.
Sarah: Look at this greasy pot you left in the drainer!
Evelyn: I am trying, Mommy Sarah!
Sarah: Your best is never good enough around this house!
Evelyn: My hands are cold and sore!
Sarah: Stop crying and keep scrubbing until every dish is done!
David felt his blood boil as he listened to the cruel demands being made.
His sweet eight-year-old child was being treated like a servant in her home.
Evelyn wiped a tear from her cheek with her wet soapy arm.
She held her small doll tightly inside her chest harness for comfort.
The young child tried her absolute best to scrub the heavy iron pot.
Sarah reached out and slammed her hand hard against the marble counter top.
The loud bang rang through the kitchen and made little Evelyn jump in fear.
David could feel his hands shaking as absolute anger overtook his shock.
He realized that Sarah had been hiding her true personality for many months.
She acted like a sweet mother whenever David was present in the room.
The moment his car left the driveway, her sweet tone completely vanished into thin air.
David thought about all the money he had placed into their joint account.
He had granted Sarah access to generous funds for household care and family outings.
Instead of hiring help, she was forcing a young child to do hard labor.
David stepped closer to the threshold with his eyes fixed on his daughter.
He saw small red spots on Evelyn's fingers from the harsh cleaning chemical soap.
The little girl did not complain any further because she was deeply terrified.
Sarah stood over the girl with an aggressive stance and narrowed bitter eyes.
Sarah: If you tell your father about this, things will get worse!
Evelyn: Please do not be mad at me!
Sarah: Then finish every single pan before he comes home today!
David heard enough of the cruel threats aimed at his precious little girl.
He opened his mouth to speak as pure rage filled his chest completely.
The flower bouquet in his grip began to crumple under his tightening fist.
He dropped his leather briefcase onto the hard floor with a heavy thud.
The loud crash caused Sarah to whip her head around in sudden terror.
Her face lost all its color as she saw David standing right behind her.
The confident and mean look on her face melted away in one second.
David took one large step forward into the center of the kitchen.