Sarah gasped in shock as the harsh grip squeezed tight against her soft skin.
Margarethe: You think you can just take our estate and walk away completely free?
Sarah: Let go of me right now, or I will scream for help!
Before Sarah could pull back, Margarethe snatched the baby blanket with a sudden yank.
She pulled the small child right out of Sarah's tired arms during the commotion.
Sarah stumbled back onto the stone walkway and lost her balance for a second.
Sarah: Give me back my son! Somebody please help me stop her!
Margarethe turned around quickly and began walking toward the edge of the stone patio.
A large iron fire pit burned brightly near the lawn to keep guests warm.
Orange flames flickered high into the air as the wood popped and crackled loudly.
Margarethe held the swaddled baby high over the heat with a terrifying look.
Two wealthy women standing by the bar gasped aloud in complete and total horror.
Guest One: Oh my goodness, someone stop her before a terrible accident happens!
Margarethe: This child will never see a single dollar of the family inheritance!
Sarah scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding violently against her tight chest.
She ran frantic across the patio, reaching her arms out to save her baby.
Sarah: No! Please don't hurt my baby! Take everything, just don't hurt him!
Margarethe backed closer to the fire pit, her eyes wide with total wild hatred.
Margarethe: You destroyed my family's bright future, so now you suffer the consequences!
The guests pulled out their cell phones and started recording the shocking scene unfolding.
Nobody dared step closer because Margarethe looked completely unstable and out of control.
Sarah fell to her knees on the grass, sobbing tears of pure helplessness and terror.
She looked up just in time to see the heavy glass door swing wide open.
Mark stepped out onto the lawn, holding a thick folder of financial legal papers.
His eyes opened wide as he witnessed his own mother holding his baby near fire.