The third point of view:

It was like watching a soap opera, it all felt surreal yet entertaining. No one had expected the three hundred and sixty change of event. They had all come to criticize and persecute Cecil only to get burned in the process.

"Mom!"

"Mother!"

Erica was more shocked than her elder sister - it seems she loved mother more than she showed it.

"What did you just say?" Vincent finally recovered from his own shock.

"You heard me, right. I want a divorce,"

"Are you mad?"

"Yes, I am. I finally am. I'm mad enough that I want to be set free from this bondage. What am I to you?"

"Of course, you're my wife,"

"Are you kidding me?" The woman seemed further agitated by that response from her husband, "Have you ever treated me like a wife? All I ever was to you was a property, a woman that should know her place, a woman that was to fulfill her womanly role, nothing else!"

"Mrs. Charlotte, perhaps we should discuss this -"

"Shut up! No one invited you into our family matters," She fired at Fernandez who had tried to interfere in the issue, "Who gave you the right to mediadiate? Does my family seem like a playground to you? First, you ruined my daughter's life and now you're back for a second life?"

Fernandez shifted uncomfortably on his seat. He didn't like where this was going nor had he planned it that way. They had come here to discuss handing his son over to him, not resolve their marriage issues - it was none of his business. So he defended himself, "Of course not Mrs, Charlotte! I never came to ruin -"

"I said shut up!"

"Charlotte!" Vincent called her by her name this time. He was pissed off by her childish behavior, "Stop throwing a tantrum and behave," He cautioned her.

Vincent knew his wife. They have been married for over forty years already and this wasn't the first time she threw such a fit, yet came back around in the end. It was going to be the same; she was not serious about her threat.

Charlotte blanched, that was all he thought of her. That she was being childish. Does her right not matter? Does her own opinion weigh little?

"I hope you regret saying that for the rest of your life," was all she said as she stormed out of the room.

Meanwhile, Cecil and her family - Pedro and Emerald - remained quiet all this while. Everything was happening too quickly than they could comprehend, plus the fact that their - Charlotte and Vincent - the fight was a personal issue - they had no right to interrupt.

As soon as mother left, Vincent cleared his throat and began, "As we were saying before the interruption…"

Cecil shook her head, her father was not human. How could he be so inconsiderate of their mother's feelings?

"As I said, you'd either have to deliver Pedro to his rightful father…"

Another point to prove he didn't approve of Emerald.

"or we might have to do it the hard way," He went on, "It's your choice, Cecil,"

"Fine by me, we'd do the hard then," Cecil was more than confident. If there was room for being scared, they were the ones supposed to be.

She had Pedro by her side and she knew in cases like this, the child's opinion mattered the most. Plus Emerald, he'd simply erase Fernandez's existence overnight - wait, what was she even thinking? Cecil was appalled by her thought. When did she even start getting comfortable with violence?

"You'd regret this choice," Fernandez promised her, attempting to scare her.

"The devil would try but I'll have the last laugh," Cecil made a comeback that made Fernandez's anger rise to the surface.

But as much as he would love to put that bitch in her place, he couldn't do it with Emerald by her side and stroking her hair - as if inciting her to do more.

At that same moment, loud stomps were heard and they all shifted their daughter to the woman dragging her luggage along.

"Mother!" Both daughters sprang up to their feet, shocked to the core. Their mother had been serious?

Emerald snorted by the side, amused by the scene. The look in Charlotte's eyes was the look of a person who just discovered their self-worth and was determined to make a change.

"What are you doing?" Reality finally seemed to dawn on Vincent and he aged ten years instantly. How was he going to go through a divorce at this age? It was simply absurd.

"Doing what I should have done from the very beginning," Charlotte retorted, without looking back, "Let's meet at the court of law,"

"Mother!" Erica went after her in a panic, "You should think this over, mother. It's true that dad hurt your feelings but you're emotional and can't think straight right now and bound to make mistakes,"

"My mind has never been clearer than now," Charlotte retorted and without turning back, left the place with her daughters going after her.

"And as much as the night has been eventful, we, unfortunately, have to leave," Cecil announced, rubbing her palm along her thigh.

"Nice meeting with you grandfather," Pedro finally said a word since he arrived. He turned to Fernandez, "And you too, father," there was deep sarcasm in his tone.

"And nice to see you too, father-in-law," Emerald mocked as well as he stood to his feet. And together, the family of three made their exit while the devastated males - Fernandez and Vincent - gritted their teeth in shame and disgrace.

Once outside, they ran into Erica who was as furious as hell. Although the woman wanted to rip Cecil apart, she knew she couldn't lay a finger on her with Emerald around, guiding her like a police dog. So she vomited instead, "This is your fault! All have been going well until your arrival! Now, Mom's gone -"

"Mom has finally been released from her misery. Now, if you would please, excuse me,"

"Come honey," Emerald gave her a hand which she stood gracefully like the queen she was and they left the hell called home.