The sudden harsh tone in Brenda's voice surprised everyone in the dining room.
Mark set his fork down on the table with a loud sharp clatter.
He glared at his sister with growing concern and deep disappointment.
Mark: Watch how you talk to my wife in our own house.
Brenda: She has been judging me from the moment I walked inside.
Sarah took a deep breath and tried to stay calm for Lily.
She moved closer to the high chair to check on her baby girl.
Lily was squirming in her seat and reaching for her toy monkey.
The small soft toy was lying right near Brenda's yellow sweater sleeve.
Brenda paid no attention and instead pulled her envelope onto her lap.
She stared at the thick paper with a dark nervous glance.
Sarah: What do you have inside that envelope you are hiding, Brenda?
Brenda: That is none of your business, Sarah, stay out of it.
Mark: If it involves our family estate money, it is her business too.
Brenda slammed her hand flat down onto the wooden table surface hard.
The silver silverware rattled loudly against the porcelain holiday dinner plates.
Little Lily burst into loud crying from the sudden frightening noise.
Sarah leaned forward immediately to comfort her scared baby girl right away.
Sarah: Stop slamming things and screaming around my child right now!
Brenda: You think you are so perfect with your nice warm house!
Brenda reached out aggressively to grab her dark leather bag again quickly.
Her arm struck the edge of the high chair with force.
The heavy plastic tray shook violently and nearly tipped over sideways.
Lily let out a shrill scream of fear as the tray swayed.
Sarah lunged forward and steadied the high chair with both hands.
Brenda did not even apologize or check to see if Lily was safe.
She simply glared at Sarah with pure resentment and bitter cold anger.
Brenda: Get your hands out of my personal space right now!
Sarah: You almost knocked my baby onto the hard tile floor!
Brenda: It was barely anything, stop acting so dramatic about it!
Mark stood up from his chair so fast his wooden chair overturned.
The heavy chair crashed onto the carpeted floor with a dull thud.
His face turned red with absolute fury as he stepped forward quickly.
He placed himself directly between Brenda and his young crying family.
Mark: You have crossed a massive line in this house tonight, Brenda.
Brenda: I came here to give you your share of the inheritance!
Mark: I do not care about any money if you act dangerous!
Brenda stood up as well, clutching the envelope tightly in her hand.
The atmosphere in the bright room was completely shattered by hatred.
Sarah lifted Lily out of the high chair and held her close.
The baby hid her small teary face against her mother's soft sweater.
Mark glared at Brenda with eyes full of pure protective anger.
Mark: Tell me what is really going on before I call someone.
Brenda: You always take her side over your own blood sister!
Sarah: Because she protects our child while you bring total violence!
Brenda took a step closer toward Sarah with an aggressive angry stance.
She raised her hand high in the air in a sudden gesture.
Mark grabbed her wrist firmly in midair before she moved closer.
The silence in the room became heavy and cold as ice.
Mark: Do not move another inch toward my wife or child.