At that moment, Sheldon emerged from the restroom, witnessing Alex's aggression toward his mother. "Bad man, let go of my mom!" he shouted.

He charged forward on his small legs, pummeling and kicking Alex from behind.

Given his size, however, his assault registered as little more than a gentle disturbance to Alex.

Alex glanced downward, recognizing Sheldon, whose existence had brought him humiliation at the hands of Barnes and his family earlier. Consumed by rage, he lashed out with his foot, striking Sheldon.

"Get lost, you irritating child! Your mother is promiscuous -don't interfere with our enjoyment!"

Sheldon collapsed with a pained cry, tears welling in his eyes from the impact.

Though silenced by Alex's hand, Tilda's eyes widened dramatically, instantly becoming bloodshot with maternal anguish and overwhelming rage.

Her heart constricted at her son's pain, propelling her into a frenzied struggle. She clawed, scratched, kicked, and struck at Alex with desperate intensity.

Despite his discomfort, Alex maintained his grip. He pinned her against the wall, hurling vile insults.

"You're such a slut, Tilda! If you prefer an audience, I'm more than willing to demonstrate our intimacy with your son!"

He leaned forward, attempting to capture her lips with his own.

Tilda evaded his advance, terror and indignation coursing through her.

"Touch me and you'll face consequences beyond your comprehension!"

"My only regret will be not having had sex with you sooner!"

Alex secured her hands above her head, while his free hand moved toward her waist.

"Bad man, release my mother! Dad, hurry-Mom needs you!" Sheldon's voice pierced the tension.

Tilda momentarily ceased her resistance, noticing a tall figure approaching with purposeful strides. Relief washed over her. "Honey!"

At her exclamation, Alex hesitated, beginning to turn to verify Lyndon's arrival, when a powerful hand clamped around his throat.

In one fluid motion, he was spun around and met with a devastating blow to his face.

Alex grunted in pain, looking up to see Lyndon's countenance transformed by righteous fury. Like an avenging spirit, Lyndon delivered blow after punishing blow.

Each impact landed with crushing force on Alex's face and body, the sound of potentially breaking bones almost audible.

Pain forced cries from his throat, yet he remained helplessly caught in the onslaught, unable to do anything but endure the beating.

Now free, Tilda rushed to Sheldon, embracing him protectively.

"Are you hurt, darling? Tell me."