Mark stepped in front of his crying boy to protect him completely.
Victoria crossed her arms without showing a single bit of regret.
Mark: How dare you touch my child's food?
Victoria: He is a spoiled brat who does not belong at this head table.
Mark remembered every single insult she had thrown at them over the years.
She had always hated his late wife and his sweet young son.
She wanted her own children to control the massive family trust fund.
She wanted Mark to feel small in front of all these wealthy guests.
Mark walked straight toward the main banquet table full of fine food.
He kicked the wooden table leg with massive strength.
The five-tier wedding cake tipped over and smashed onto the patio.
Plates broke into hundreds of sharp white pieces across the floor.
Roast turkey and crystal bowls slid across the wet ground violently.
The entire crowd of rich guests gasped aloud in utter horror.
Victoria took a quick step back as gravy splashed onto her golden dress.
Victoria: You have gone completely insane!
Mark: You ruined his joy, so your party is finished right now!
Mark walked up until he was towering right over Victoria's arrogant face.
Her mother, the old family matriarch, stepped up wearing a expensive lace dress.
She glared at Mark like he was nothing more than street dust.
Eleanor: You will respect my daughter in my house, Mark!
Mark: If you treat my family like trash, you have no place here!
Eleanor backed away when she saw the raw power in his dark eyes.
She had never seen Mark fight back against their rich family rules before.
He had spent years trying to keep the peace for his mother-in-law's sake.
Now he did not care about their wealth or their high social standing anymore.
He took Leo's small hand and held it as firm as iron.