Thoughts of the Wellington family flooded Gabriel's mind, causing a sour expression to contort his face. He swiftly dismissed the notion of seeking their aid.The Wellingtons reign among the nation's top influential families and procuring three thousand dollars from them would be a walk in the park for Gabriel. But he refused to stoop to such measures.Due to his father's involvement in his mother's demise, Gabriel had cut all ties with his family and chosen to live solitary for the past seven years. He had not laid eyes on them since.As a result of his crippling business collapse and his daughter's frail health, he was forced to turn to relatives and friends for loans, only to be met with disdain from his in-laws. Even his wife, Camella, gradually lost faith in him amidst their financial struggles.While plagued with worry and contemplation, a woman approached him. Her figure was stunning and her face alluring, captivating any man's soul. Her luscious ebony hair cascaded behind her a

Fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill out from her filled eyelids, Camella turned her back to him, whimpering.“Just get lost. At least, it's a little relief that I won't have to look at your face."With a heavy sigh, Gabriel relented, his obstinacy momentarily overshadowed by the urgency of the situation."Fine, I will go," he conceded, his voice weary with defeat as he turned to leave. He held the door handle, glancing at her for the last time.“Don't worry, Camella. It all ends soon. I'm going to be the husband you always wanted to be proud of," he silently swore, his jaw bones clenching as he walked out. As he disappeared down the hallway, Camella's phone beeped, drawing her attention away from their quarrel. She glanced at the message silently, her heart heavy with worry for her daughter's uncertain future.“Maybe this is the best way because I can't just…” her voice trailed, overwhelmed by her emotions. Returning her gaze to the peaceful face of her sleeping dau

Nora, despite her own disappointment, intervened firmly. "Enough, Aliyah. Fredrick is right. Let us try to be patient a little longer," she said, her voice heavy with resignation as she settled onto a nearby seat.Meanwhile, Gabriel was escorted into Mr. Moore's office by the secretary, who left soon after. As he stepped into the lavishly appointed office, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the hearty chuckle of Butler Moore."Welcome, Master," Butler Moore greeted warmly, bowing respectfully. "I hope the secretary didn't keep you waiting too long.""No, she was quite welcoming," Gabriel replied, his tone polite yet reserved."Please, take a seat," Butler Moore invited, gesturing to the luxurious chair behind the desk. However, Gabriel hesitated, glancing at the two seats arranged before the desk. "Don't treat me with such formality. It's embarrassing," he muttered, choosing one of the seats instead.With a sense of urgency, Gabriel urged B

Gabriel felt a sharp pain over the fact that she hadn't trusted him. "Camella, you shouldn't have..." He began, his voice tinged with disappointment. "I don't give a damn about myself in this situation," Camella interjected sharply, her frustration palpable. "I only care about our daughter since you're so obnoxious to care." She sighed heavily, her eyes welling with tears. "You know, I had a feeling that you were up to no good. Mark said that too, heightening my worries, so I decided to accept his help. He even cleared the medical bills in advance. Still, you couldn't show gratitude.""Screw that, Camella," Gabriel retorted, his patience wearing thin. "I had actually gotten that money through my...""I don't want to listen to any more lies, so save it," Camella interrupted, cutting him off with a dismissive wave of her hand.Exhaling heavily, Gabriel sensed her frustration and decided against revealing the truth. He had considered confessing that he was actually a super-rich second-

Gabriel's expression remained stoic as he faced Mark, refusing to let his taunts get under his skin. "Funny coming from someone who had to resort to sabotage to get ahead," he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.Mark's grin faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "Sabotage? Me? Oh, come on, Gabriel. You can't seriously believe that," he scoffed, attempting to feign innocence.Gabriel's gaze bore into Mark's, unwavering in its intensity. "I know it was you," he stated simply, his voice devoid of emotion. “Quit the act for I'm no fool." Mark's facade crumbled, replaced by a look of resignation. "Fine, you got me," he admitted, his tone tinged with defeat. "But you know what? Now that you're out of the picture, I will finally have some uninterrupted moments with your wife, Camella. Guess there is a silver lining to every cloud, huh?"Gabriel's jaw clenched at Mark's callous remark, but he maintained his composure, refusing to let him see how much it affected him.“