Mark reached his wife and carefully took the heavy stack away.
He wrapped his arm securely around Clara's waist to support her.
He looked at Brenda with eyes full of absolute burning hatred.
Mark: What the hell are you doing to my wife?!
Brenda: Mark, relax, she was just helping clear the table!
Mark: She is seven months pregnant and you treated her like this!
Brenda: She is pregnant, not helpless, stop overreacting like a child!
Mark did not hesitate for even a single second longer.
He grabbed the top bowl full of thick warm tomato soup.
With one swift motion he splashed it straight into Brenda's face.
The thick red liquid covered her designer silk dress instantly.
Brenda gasped loudly as soup dripped down her expensive makeup.
She screamed in total horror as the relatives gasped aloud.
The entire dining room turned into absolute chaotic confusion.
Uncle Richard stood up so fast his chair fell backward.
Brenda wiped her eyes furiously while shrieking at the top of her lungs.
Brenda: You ruined my dress and embarrassed me at my party!
Mark: You humiliated my wife in front of everyone we know!
Brenda: Get out of my house right now, you crazy fool!
Mark: Gladly, and do not ever speak to us again!
Mark turned his full attention back to his crying wife.
He pulled her close against his chest to protect her.
He led her gently toward the front entry hall doors.