Without a second thought for her own safety or Arthur's high social standing, Sarah lunged across the bedroom in a sweeping pan shot. She charged Arthur at the doorway, her hands flying out in a frenzy of absolute maternal instinct. She struck him repeatedly across the chest, face, and arms, her fists landing with hard slapping and hitting sounds against his heavy suit jacket. Get out! Get away from my daughter, you monster! Sarah roared, grunting with every desperate swing as she pushed the taller man backward into the corridor. Arthur stumbled back in shock, raising his gloved arms to block her chaotic blows, shocked by the sheer physical power of a mother defending her child. He snarled in disgust, backing away down the hall as Sarah slammed her shoulder against the door frame, effectively driving him out of their sight.