The screen showed the marble bathroom flooded with bright daylight.
Evelyn stood near the double vanity wearing a satin robe.
She held a heavy vintage silver pitcher in her hand.
Lily stood in front of her, sobbing silently with head bowed.
Evelyn grabbed Lily's small arm with a tight grip.
She tilted the silver pitcher directly over Lily's open palm.
Mark watched in horror as hot liquid poured out.
Stepmother: Hold still!
Lily screamed in pain and tried to pull away.
Stepmother: You need to learn discipline!
Mark jumped out of his office chair in pure panic.
He knocked his heavy wooden desk chair onto the floor.
He did not care about the meeting or his work anymore.
Mark ran out of his office toward the parking garage.
His heart pounded violently inside his chest as he ran.
He dialed the police while rushing to his luxury SUV.
Father: My wife is hurting my child right now!
Dispatch: Officers are on their way to your location, sir.
Mark sped through the busy streets of Dallas recklessly.
He kept checking his phone on the dashboard mount.
On screen, a brave maid named Sarah rushed inside.
Staff: Stop! What are you doing to her?
Sarah pushed Evelyn back with all her strength.
Evelyn lost her balance and tripped backward suddenly.
She crashed into the white porcelain bathtub full of water.
Mark pressed hard on the gas pedal toward his home.