The antique dealer's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he noticed Gabriel's reluctance. Sensing an opportunity, he leaned in closer and made a tempting offer. "I understand if you're attached to it, but I assure you, I can offer you a substantial sum of money for this antique," the dealer said persuasively, his tone laced with confidence. Gabriel's gaze flickered between the antique, the dealer, and Camella, weighing his options carefully. The promise of a significant sum of money was enticing, but he couldn't shake the feeling of attachment to the antique. He liked the antique and would have loved to keep it to himself if not that Camella had brought him to pick a gift for her father whom he wasn't on good terms with. Camella's expression mirrored Gabriel's internal conflict, torn between the allure of financial gain and the need to get the antique. She bit her lip anxiously, waiting for Gabriel's decision. After a moment of contemplation, Gabriel finally spoke, his voice tinged

Gabriel glanced at Camella, a silent plea in his eyes. "Please, Camella," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "Trust me."Camella hesitated for a moment, torn between her instinct to protect her husband and her fear of what the shop owner might do.Sighing with reluctance, Gabriel motioned toward their daughter, Jessie, who stood nearby, her innocent eyes wide with concern. "We've got Jessie here. You need to leave with her now."Finally, Camella nodded reluctantly, her heart heavy with worry. She had no choice but to leave with their daughter first. "Okay," she conceded, her voice barely above a whisper.She took Jessie's hand and, with a heavy heart, Camella turned and hurried out of the shop, casting one last worried glance over her shoulder at Gabriel before disappearing into the crowded street outside. Gabriel watched her go, his heart aching with the knowledge that he had sent her away to protect her. Turning back to face the shop owner, he squ

Gabriel's eyes narrowed as he recounted the shop owner's threat, his voice low and dangerous. "He threatened to chop off my arm and send it as a gift to my wife," he stated, his words heavy with contempt.Don Makul and his men exchanged glances, their expressions darkening with anger. The shop owner stammered in denial, but his feeble protests only fueled their fury."How dare you accuse Boss Gabriel of lying!" Don Makul thundered, his voice echoing through the dimly lit alleyway.With a swift motion, Don Makul delivered a resounding slap across the shop owner's face, the sound echoing in the stillness of the day. The shop owner staggered back, his cheek stinging with pain as he realized the gravity of his mistake.Sensing the situation spiraling out of control, the antique dealer made a desperate attempt to escape. But before he could take a single step, he found himself seized by Don Makul's men, their vice-like grip rendering him immobile.Trembling with fear, the shop owner fell t

Gabriel's expression darkened momentarily, a pang of hurt piercing through him as he realized his gift had been disregarded. He forced a tight-lipped smile, swallowing his pride as he nodded in acknowledgment of Nora's words.Noticing her grandmother's displeased look at her father, Jessie said, “Grandma, my papa's gift is one in a million.”Jessie's straightforward declaration caught Nora off guard, her eyebrows lifting in surprise as she looked at her granddaughter. "Is that so, Jessie?" Nora asked, her tone softening as she regarded the young girl.“Yes, Grandma. Papa's gift is really special," Jessie insisted, her eyes shining with sincerity.Meanwhile, Fredrick, sensing the shift in attention, attempted to divert it back to himself by showcasing his gift to Jessie. However, Jessie's unwavering loyalty to her father remained evident as she politely declined Fredrick's offer. "No, thank you, Uncle Fredrick," Jessie replied, her eyes gleaming with pride. "But my daddy's gift is the

Aliyah's frustration simmered as Gabriel persisted in his accusation against Fredrick. "Gabriel, you're making baseless accusations," she retorted, her voice tinged with annoyance. "Fredrick wouldn't stoop so low as to take credit for something he didn't do." Undeterred, Gabriel maintained his stance. "Aliyah, it's time to see the truth," he countered, his tone unwavering. "Fredrick, make the call and put it on loudspeaker." Nora, torn between supporting her son-in-law and reprimanding him, hesitated for a moment before Fredrick agreed to Gabriel's request. The guilt weighed heavily on him, knowing there was no other way out of the situation. With trembling hands, Fredrick dialed his father's number. As the call connected, he took a deep breath, silently thanking Gabriel for putting him on the spot. "Hey, Dad," Fredrick began, his voice strained with guilt. "I just wanted to thank you for helping out Carissa earlier." The room fell silent as they waited anxiously for his father's