Mark returned home earlier than planned because his morning meeting ended quite fast.
He opened the front door just as a sharp scream echoed upstairs loudly.
Mark raised his eyes and saw his small daughter falling through the air.
His heart stopped as terror gripped his mind in that brief single second.
Mark sprinted forward without pausing for even a single short breath now.
He slid across the bright marble floor with his arms open wide.
Clara fell directly into her father's strong chest before touching the ground.
Mark wrapped his arms around Clara tightly and pulled her close safely.
The sound of heavy breathing filled the wide open white foyer space.
Clara sobbed uncontrollably against her father's dark business shirt in deep shock.
Mark held her face gently to check for any visible marks or harm.
Mark: Clara! Are you okay? Speak to me, please!
Clara: Daddy! She pushed me off the balcony!
Mark: What did you say, sweetie?
Clara: She tried to get rid of me, Daddy!
Mark looked up toward the second floor railing with absolute furious shock.
Sarah stood on the upper balcony looking down with a fake concern face.
Sarah: She just lost her balance, it was an accident...
Clara: No, Daddy! She deliberately shoved me off!
Mark felt a wave of intense anger run through his entire body fast.
He placed Clara safely behind a large sofa on the ground floor.
Mark: Stay here, Clara. You are safe now.
Mark turned toward the stairs with his jaw clenched in deep rage.
His heavy shoes stomped loudly against the clean white marble stairs fast.
Sarah stepped backward as she saw Mark's eyes filled with anger.