Two uniformed security guards arrived at the front door ten minutes later.
Mark escorted Evelyn down the hallway toward the grand front entryway.
She packed her personal belongings into two small leather suitcases quickly.
Her former confidence was completely gone as she walked out the door.
Evelyn: You will regret making this decision, Mark!
Mark: Protecting my son is something I will never regret.
minimal conversation followed as the guards escorted her down the front steps.
The heavy front doors closed tightly behind her, locking automatically.
Mark walked back into the foyer and looked around the quiet room.
He took a damp cloth and carefully wiped away the remaining paint.
The clean marble floor reflected the bright natural light once again.
He climbed the grand stairs to check on Toby in the living area.
The boy was sitting quietly on the sofa, looking toward the door.
Mark sat down beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Mark: She is gone, Toby.
Toby: Is she ever coming back here?
Mark: No, she will never come near this house again.
Toby leaned against his father and let out a long breath.
The fear that had filled his small face had finally disappeared.
Mark hugged his son tight, promising to always keep him safe.
A parent's primary duty was to protect their child above everything else.
No amount of wealth or comfort mattered without safety and trust.