The heavy double doors at the front entrance suddenly burst wide open.
Bright natural sunlight flooded into the dim hallway of the mansion.
A tall, imposing figure stood framed in the wide entryway threshold.
It was Victor, dressed in a tailored charcoal grey three-piece suit.
His flight had landed hours earlier than anyone in the house expected.
He saw his wife sitting terrified on the floor holding their crying baby.
Victor's face turned pale with shock before twisting into absolute rage.
Victoria froze in place as her cold smirk vanished in an instant.
Victoria: Victor?! No... it's not what you think!
Victor: What on earth is happening in my house right now?!
Victor marched across the polished foyer with heavy, echoing footsteps.
His fists were clenched tightly at his sides as he approached them.
Elena: Victor, she tried to force me to sign the inheritance papers!
Victoria: She is lying to you, Victor! I was only trying to help!
Victor: Shut your mouth, Victoria! I heard everything you said!
Victor stopped right between his stepmother and his frightened family.
He looked down at his wife's tear-stained face and dirty outfit.
The deep love he felt for his family burned through his chest.
He turned back toward Victoria with eyes cold as ice.
Victor: You dared to threaten my wife and child in my own home!
Victoria: I was only protecting your estate from her greed!
Victor: The only greedy person in this room is standing right in front of me.
Victoria backed up a step as Victor stepped forward forcefully.
The atmosphere in the grand room became completely charged with tension.
Nobody moved as the billionaire father prepared to defend his household.