The grand double front doors swung wide open with a violent metallic bang.
Mark Vance stepped into the sunlight, flanked by two stern private security guards.
He held an open thick blue folder containing crucial evidence regarding his late wife's will.
Mark looked across the marble foyer and froze at the terrible sight before him.
He saw his wife holding his crying son while Clara lay fallen on the floor.
An overwhelming wave of deep anger washed over the wealthy father instantly.
He tossed the folder onto the side table and marched forward across the foyer.
Mark: How dare you!
Victoria let go of the boy instantly, spinning around with a fake look of surprise.
Victoria: Mark, darling, you came home early from your big meeting!
Mark: What are you doing to my son in this house!
Victoria: It is not what it looks like, I swear!
Mark: Do not lie to me after what I just witnessed with my own eyes!
Victoria tried to step toward him with fake tears swelling up in her eyes.
Victoria: The maid was being disobedient, so I was simply trying to restore order!
Mark: Shut your mouth right now, Victoria!
Mark stepped right in front of his wife, his entire frame shaking with pure fury.
He looked down at his tiny son who was cowering near the cold wall.
The father realized the horrible truth about the woman he had foolishly married.
He remembered all the times Leo seemed nervous whenever Victoria walked into the room.
Mark felt a terrible guilt piercing his heart for not noticing the cruel abuse sooner.
He glared at Victoria with eyes full of utter disdain and broken trust.
Victoria backed away slightly, realizing her sweet control over the billionaire was gone.