You're taking over everything since the damn accident. You go through my work and take care of me. I feel helpless, useless and I hate it. I sit on the sofa in the larg living room. You came back from work to find the living room in a mess, shattered glass, broken vase and portraits..

"He lost his temper again, my lady.." One of the servants whispered to you. I only sit on the sofa, staring at the floor that I don't even see. My hand bleeding from some cuts..