Toronto

"Dad, why did you have to do all that?"

After dropping off Liz at his private jet, Henry had dragged his son to a lounge in the airport where they were currently sitting.

On the way, he had ignored all the questions thrown at him while his face slowly started to change color to maroon.

Jackson already knew that when this happened, it meant that the anger inside his dad was building up bit by bit until it would explode.

Apparently, now was the time for that explosion.

BANG

Standing up suddenly, Henry caught the end of the table in front of him and threw it to the side in rage.

Still fuming, he went about breaking everything in the room, until the only thing left untouched was the chair that his son was sitting on.

Meanwhile, Jackson had finally shut up and was being silent, flinching each time he heard a loud sound reverberate through the room.

Finally, after the sounds died down, he saw his father pick up a chair he had thrown before sitting on it.