Moments later, the mansion's grand double doors burst open with a heavy, resounding bang, drawing every remaining eye toward the entrance. Marcus Hart rushed inside, his expression shifting rapidly from confused urgency into unmistakable horror as he registered the chaotic scene unfolding before him.
"Isabelle!" he shouted, his voice cracking with panic as he sprinted across the foyer floor, dropping quickly to his knees beside her motionless form. Guests parted instinctively to let him through, several finally snapping out of their shocked paralysis as Marcus's arrival brought a renewed sense of urgency to the scene.
He gently cradled Isabelle's head, his hands trembling as he registered the visible injury along her hairline, panic flooding his expression as he searched desperately for any sign of consciousness. "Someone call for help," he shouted urgently, his voice carrying sharply across the stunned crowd of guests.
Vanessa remained standing nearby, her earlier fury now replaced by dawning, uneasy realization as she watched Marcus's frantic concern for the woman she had just violently pushed. "Marcus, I—" she began, though her voice trailed off uncertainly as he turned toward her with an expression carrying unmistakable rage.