Whimpers turned into loud wails and that brought out several maids. They scampered up the stairs in the direction of the crying but the sound of the big boss' office door made them stop in their tracks.

For a moment they looked torn between checking if Reggie was alright and getting fired and potentially hurt by their boss. A loud, "WHAT IS IT NOW?" was heard from the top of the stairs and they raced back to their rooms, choosing life over-concern.

Esther didn't hear the crying just yet.

Cyrus stormed out of his office, deeply disturbed by the wailing. He stopped short at the sight before him: the smashed furniture, his 5-year-old son sitting in the midst of it, holding his injured foot and crying for all he was worth.

Red flashed across his vision.

"What are you doing?!" he shouted, walking towards his son, and lifting him out of the wreckage. Reggie obviously didn't reply, still crying and fidgeting in his father's hands.

"What are YOU doing?" a voice screamed from the other side of the room. Both man and son looked up to see Esther standing at the end of the room.

Esther stepped over the broken glass, thankful for the heels she was wearing. Then her eyes zoomed in on the tear-stained face of her son. She walked right over to where Cyrus stood frozen and snatched her son away, staring in horror at the trail of blood over his hands and feet.

"This," she said slowly. Cyrus' anger had now completely left him. He stood staring at his livid wife in fear. "This is precisely why I was mad at you."

She called the maids over, and they quickly took the crying toddler with them, thankful that the lady of the house was finally here. Reggie clung to the maid; his little mind confused. 'What did he do wrong? Why was mommy and daddy yelling?' he looked over the maid's shoulder at his fuming mother and father. 'Didn't I help?'.

Once their son was out of hearing range, the two adults turned onto each other. And both began to scream at each other.

"Why would you trash the house like that?" Esther was screaming.

"Why did you leave?" Cyrus was yelling.

"I left because I couldn't stand how low you thought of me." Esther shot at him. "I was angry in the first place because of the lack of attention you even give our child. He's your son as much as mine! And I heard what you yelled at him!"

"I didn't ask the idiot to try cleaning all that up himself!" Cyrus shouted back.

"An idiot?!" Esther screeched. Cyrus held the side of his face in horror, slowly registering that Esther had slapped him across the face. "He's FIVE, Cyrus." She pointed at the abandoned dustpan and broom sitting in the middle of the rubble. "He was trying to HELP."

Cyrus opened his mouth, but Esther slapped him again, this time on the other cheek. "Why would you DO that, woman?" he groaned. "YOU WRECKED THIS HOUSE." She screamed at him. "You trashed almost every single room in your own house. And you went back to your office to drown yourself in work, you didn't have a drop of fatherly responsibility in your system, and now Reggie is HURT."

Cyrus dug his nails into his palm, staring coldly at the wall. "Well, you LEFT." He said at last. "You are his mother too, and you left."

Esther raised a threatening brow, gripping her husband's chin and jerking his head to look her in the eye. "And yes, I am in the wrong for leaving my innocent son, who has done nothing to deserve both of us failures as parents, with you. I simply left. And you couldn't control your emotions. So, you trashed this house."

Cyrus bit his lip, not knowing how to respond to that.

Esther let go of him and backed away from him, her eyes on the fragments on the floor. "I know you've been through a lot and your anger issues have been a part of that trauma." he said softly.

"But still…. you hurt our son, and I can't just let it go." She looked back up at him, her eyes glistening.

"Cyrus, you NEED to start learning how to control your emotions. Just because we have money doesn't mean we can just refurnish this house and shove everything that happened under a rug. I can't just ignore this anymore." She said softly, but firm enough to make it stick in her husband's mind. Or at least she hoped so much that she could get it through his thick skull.

"I cannot just ignore your violent mannerisms anymore, Cyrus." She repeated. "There are far healthier ways to take out your emotions when there's an inconvenience. I don't want you to like this anymore. What triggered you? You used to be calm and patient despite no matter how angry you are with me and Reggie,"

Cyrus turned and slammed his fist into the wall, his breaths coming in pants.

Esther flinched and backed away even more, ignoring the crunch of glass under her heels. She couldn't even tell if he was listening to her words, or he did not care for them at all.

"Let's go somewhere else for a few days with Reggie." She said at last. Cyrus didn't even react, his eyes on the floor and his bruised knuckles still knocking against the wall, as if trying to drown her out. "I don't…" she sighed, reaching a hand out to touch her husband's shoulder cautiously. "I don't expect you to just change into this perfect partner and father overnight. But, I do expect progress. By going out we will have some time for ourselves and calm down. Okay?" Esther said.

"Is that what you want?" Cyrus asked bitterly.

Her voice hardened. "Yes. I feel that's the better thing for us, Cyrus. I love you and I believe you turn back into a normal Cyrus. I don't want Reggie to grow up thinking he has to tread around his father to not provoke him and get hurt. And I," she made emphasis on herself. "I don't think this would be healthy for our relationship."

She turned and began walking further and further away from him.

"And… I am sorry for ignoring you. I didn't mean to do that… but I have to do that." she said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because… everything is getting too much for me and for you because of me. I won't be surprised if your change is because of me." she said.