Arthur rushed over and grabbed his son roughly away from Sarah's arms.
He pulled the little boy close to his designer tuxedo and scanned the floor.
Arthur looked at Sarah like she was the person who caused the terrible accident.
Arthur: Get your hands off my son right now!
Sarah: Sir, please calm down, I was only trying to protect him!
Arthur: You clumsy servers are always careless around these heavy setups!
Noah: Dad, no! You are shouting at the wrong person!
Arthur: Stay quiet, Noah, daddy is going to handle this situation!
Noah: She saved me! A tall man in a dark jacket pushed the table!
Arthur paused for a brief second and looked into his son's truthful eyes.
The boy pointed his tiny finger toward the crowded exit doors near the front.
Guests were whispering loudly among themselves as security guards started moving in.
Sarah stayed on her knees amidst the scattered mess of broken glass.
Her hands were trembling slightly as she tried to catch her breath.
She looked down at the shiny marble floor right beside her knee.
Something bright caught the reflection of the overhead daylight.
It was a heavy gold pocket watch resting among the broken glass pieces.
Sarah carefully reached out her hand and picked up the cold metallic object.
The pocket watch had a beautiful vintage pattern carved into its shiny front cover.
It looked very expensive and completely out of place on the floor.
Sarah pressed the tiny side latch with her thumb to open the case.
The cover popped open with a soft click in the middle of the room.
Sarah stared down at the small printed portrait photo tucked inside the lid.
Her eyes grew wide with complete shock and sudden realization.
The face in the old photograph belonged directly to Arthur Vance himself.
Sarah lifted her head and looked up at the angry billionaire father.
She realized the person who dropped it was not trying to hurt the little boy.
The target of this dangerous trick was actually Arthur Vance all along.