As Evelyn lunged forward like a frantic predator, David reacted with lightning speed to defend his helpless daughter. With Lily tucked safely in his left arm, David leaped high into the air, his black tuxedo jacket snapping in the wind as he delivered a powerful mid-air kick directly to Evelyn's shoulder. The force of the strike sent the wicked grandmother flying backward, hitting the white marble floor with a heavy body landing thud near the framed American flag decor.
The crowd shrieked and scattered as Evelyn lay flat on her back, gasping for air on the cold stone floor while her expensive dress crumpled around her. David landed cleanly on both feet, standing tall and triumphant over her with his crying daughter held safe against his shoulder.
Evelyn: Ugh... my shoulder! You attacked me!
David: You tried to put your hands on my child after abusing her for months!
David: TEXANS DO NOT TOLERATE CHILD ABUSE!
Guest: Someone call the police right now! This woman is crazy!
David: CALL 911 RIGHT NOW!
A guest in the front row quickly dialed emergency services on his smartphone, putting the call on speakerphone so the dispatcher's voice rang out through the hall. David walked closer to where Evelyn lay groaning, his heavy dress shoes stepping right beside her head as he looked down with absolute authority and cold fury.
David: The police are coming, Evelyn. And so are child protective services.
Evelyn: You... you ruined everything... my reputation...
David: You ruined yourself the day you neglected my baby girl.
Lily: Daddy, is she going away now?
David: Yes, baby. She is never going to hurt you or take your food ever again.
The sound of loud police sirens echoed from the street outside the venue, getting closer by the second as two patrol cars pulled up to the front entrance. The grand venue doors swung open, and four uniformed Texas police officers marched into the bright marble lobby with their hands resting on their utility belts.