Arthur took the stairs three at a time with panic racing through his veins.
The security guards sprinted right behind him, their heavy boots thudding loudly.
As Arthur reached the top landing, he saw Clara standing over Elena.
Clara was holding baby Lily roughly by one arm, attempting to drag her out.
Elena was still on her knees, desperately trying to hold onto the baby's blanket.
Clara: Let go of her, Elena, or I will destroy your life!
Elena: Please, stop! You are hurting her!
Arthur felt his blood run freezing cold before turning into pure fire.
Arthur: Clara, stop right now!
Clara froze in absolute shock as Arthur’s voice boomed down the corridor.
She instantly let go of the baby and stepped back, her face turning pale.
Arthur sprinted forward and dropped onto his knees on the hard floor.
He quickly picked up crying little Lily and pulled her safely against his chest.
Arthur: Daddy’s got you, you're safe now... I'm right here.
Lily wrapped her small hands around Arthur’s lapel and buried her face in his jacket.
Arthur held his daughter tightly, his whole body shaking with protective energy.
He looked up and saw the red mark rising sharply on Elena’s left cheek.
Elena wiped her tears with her sleeve and pointed directly at Clara.
Elena: She cuts the nursery cameras and hurts your child every time you leave!
Clara: That is a complete lie, Arthur! She is trying to turn you against me!
Elena: Check her personal purse right now! She has the hidden camera jammer inside it!
Clara gasped and instinctively clutched her red leather handbag closer to her side.
Arthur stood up slowly, holding Lily securely in his left arm.
His face twisted into an expression of absolute, cold anger.
Arthur: Hand over that bag right now, Clara.
Clara: Arthur, please, listen to me!
Arthur: Hand it over, or my guards will take it from you!