Outside the grand double doors of the mansion, a luxury black car pulled up.
Lucas stepped out of the back seat wearing his custom dark blue business suit.
He was a powerful billionaire real estate founder who managed thousands of local employees.
He had rushed home early from a long corporate meeting to see his son.
He loved Toby more than anything else in the entire world after his wife died.
Lucas walked into the bright foyer holding his leather briefcase in his left hand.
He heard a faint crying sound coming from the central dining hall down hall.
His heart sank fast as he recognized the high sweet voice of his child.
He set his heavy briefcase down against the wall and ran inside fast.
As he stepped into the dining room, he stopped completely dead in his tracks.
He saw his sweet little boy kneeling on the dirty floor picking up cake.
He saw the sharp porcelain pieces scattered around Toby's tiny polished shoes.
He saw Evelyn and Victoria sitting comfortable at the head of the table.
They were chatting quiet and laughing while the child sobbed on the floor.
Lucas felt a sudden wave of deep burning shock wash over his body.
He walked forward with fast heavy steps across the polished marble flooring floor.
Lucas: Toby, no, my sweet son, do not eat that!
Lucas dropped down on one knee beside his crying boy on the floor.
He gently took the dirty cake piece out of Toby's small shaking hand.
Toby looked up at his father with tears streaming down both red cheeks.
Toby: Daddy, she knocked my cake down and called me a beggar.
The little boy pressed his wet face into his father's warm dark suit jacket.
Lucas pulled his small son close and held him against his strong chest.
His blood boiled with instant paternal rage at the two cold women sitting nearby.
He stroked Toby's hair soft to calm down his trembling tiny body first.
He stood up slowly, lifting Toby safely into his left arm close.
His dark eyes fixed directly onto Evelyn in her bright golden gown dress.
Evelyn tried to change her cold expression into a fake sweet smile quick.
Victoria sat up straight and adjusted the glitter red strap on her shoulder.
Evelyn: Lucas, welcome home, the boy was just being clumsy and dropped it.
Victoria: Yes, Uncle Lucas, he dropped the plate and threw a huge tantrum.
Lucas knew they were lying completely directly to his face in that moment.
He had heard Evelyn's cruel voice echoing down the wide hallway moments earlier.
He felt a powerful anger that he had never felt before in life.
This was his home, and Toby was his absolute primary priority in life.
He walked closer to the long mahogany table with dark sharp eyes glowing.
The air in the huge dining hall turned cold and tight with tension.
Evelyn's fake smile faded away as she saw Lucas's dangerous dark face.
She pulled her hands back from the table and sat up very straight.
Lucas set Toby down behind his strong back to keep him very safe.
He stepped right up to the edge of the massive mahogany dining table.
The grand American flag hanging above them seemed to frame his tall frame.
He looked down at the fine porcelain plates and expensive red wine glasses.
His hands gripped the edge of the thick wooden table with total strength.