Gabriel's voice was firm as he defended the authenticity of the antique. "It's not fake, mother-in-law. Please don't jump to conclusions without proper evidence," he urged, his tone tinged with frustration.Aliyah chimed in, echoing her mother's sentiments. "I agree with Mother. Just by looking at it, anyone can tell it's a fake," she remarked, her skepticism evident in her voice.Gabriel bristled at the implication and shot back, "You can't judge a book by its cover, Aliyah. This antique has a history, a story behind it."However, Nora, unmoved by Gabriel's defense, rose from her seat and marched back to the living room, determined to show the antique to the other guests. With a sense of superiority, she ridiculed Gabriel in front of the gathered crowd, casting doubt on his taste and judgment. “Look at this awful thing my good-for-nothing son-in-law has dared to present as a gift to my husband. Isn't this worthless?” She scoffed as murmurings filled the room. Gabriel, feeling the w
Camella's frustration boiled over as she faced off against her mother, her voice filled with righteous indignation. "You've gone too far, Mother!" she exclaimed, her words ringing out with authority. "That was a genuine antique, and you've destroyed it without a second thought!"Nora's expression remained impassive, her gaze unwavering as she shrugged off Camella's accusations. "I don't care," she replied dismissively, her tone dripping with disdain. "Your husband is a disgrace, and I won't tolerate his presence in my house any longer."Camella's jaw clenched as she fought to contain her anger, her eyes blazing with fury. "He may be my husband and whatever you think of him, but he doesn't deserve this kind of treatment," she shot back, her voice trembling with emotion.Just then, an antique expert at the party, intrigued by the commotion, stepped forward to examine the broken pieces scattered on the floor. With a practiced eye, he assessed the fragments and confirmed what Gabriel had
The room fell into a tense silence as Nora struggled to come to terms with the reality of her actions. "I can't believe I... I threw away something so valuable," she muttered, her voice tinged with disbelief.Mickelson placed a comforting hand on Nora's shoulder, his expression a mixture of frustration and understanding. "Nora, you need to accept responsibility for your actions," he admonished gently. "You can't keep denying the truth."Nora bristled at her husband's words, her pride wounded by his reprimand. "But I didn't know," she protested weakly, her voice trembling with uncertainty.The antique expert, sensing Nora's distress, stepped forward with a reassuring smile. "It's understandable, Mrs. McConnell," he said kindly. "But now that we know the truth, we can move forward and learn from this experience."Mickelson nodded in agreement, his tone softening as he addressed the antique expert. "I apologize for my wife's hostility," he said sincerely. "Thank you for your patience and
After leaving the McConnell House, Gabriel stopped by an ice cream shop to buy his daughter her favorite ice cream. As Jessie happily savored her ice cream, Gabriel moved a few steps away to make his call, ensuring his daughter remained in sight. He dialed Butler Moore's number, his voice low but filled with determination."Hello, Butler Moore? It's Gabriel. I need you to do me a favor," he began, his tone serious.Butler Moore's voice crackled through the phone. "Of course, sir. What do you need?"Gabriel leaned against the wall of the ice cream shop, his mind racing with thoughts of retribution. "I want you to teach Frederick Walter and his father a lesson. They've crossed a line, and it's time they faced the consequences."Butler grunted in understanding, his tone indicating that he was already formulating a plan. "Consider it done," he replied, his voice dripping with confidence. “I'll take care of it personally."Satisfied with Butler Moore's assurance, Gabriel ended the call an
Fredrick's heart sank as he felt the weight of Nora and Aliyah's accusatory stares. They had overheard his phone conversation with his father. He braced himself for their wrath, knowing he had inadvertently caused their anger.Nora's voice sliced through the tension like a knife. "How could you, Fredrick?" she cried out, her eyes flashing with indignation.Fredrick held up his hands in a gesture of defense. "Wait, let me explain, Aunt Nora," he pleaded, hoping to quell their anger before it escalated further. But his words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Aliyah's glare intensified.Aliyah crossed her arms over her chest, her expression cold and unforgiving. "Explain what, Fredrick?" she retorted, her voice dripping with disdain. "That you were scheming behind our backs?"Fredrick felt a pang of guilt as he realized the extent of their disappointment in him. "No, it's not like that," he insisted, desperation creeping into his voice. "I was just... trying to handle things my way."Nora s
Camella got home and proceeded to make dinner for her and her family. As she stirred the simmering pot on the stove, Jessie bounced into the kitchen, her face beaming with excitement. "Mom, guess what?" she exclaimed, tugging at Camella's apron.Camella turned to her daughter, a smile playing on her lips. "What is it, sweetie?" she asked, setting down the wooden spoon."Daddy took me to the park today, and we played tag, and he even pushed me on the swings!" Jessie exclaimed, her eyes shining with happiness.Camella's heart swelled with pride and gratitude as she listened to Jessie's recount of her day with Gabriel. "That sounds like so much fun, sweetheart," she said, reaching out to ruffle Jessie's hair affectionately.Just then, Gabriel walked into the kitchen, his expression softening as he saw Jessie's excitement. "Hey, champ," he said, his voice gentle. "How was your day?"Jessie's face lit up even more at her father's attention. "It was awesome, Dad! Mom is making the best dinn
The following day, Gabriel strode purposefully through the corridors of the company, his eyes scanning his surroundings. Spotting a briefcase left unattended, he approached it cautiously, mindful of the security risks."Excuse me," he called out to a nearby security guard, motioning towards the briefcase. "Could you please take this to the security room? It seems out of place here."The security guard turned to him with a dismissive glare, his posture radiating arrogance. "Why should I listen to you? Who do you think you are, giving me orders?"Gabriel's jaw tightened with frustration, but he kept his tone even. "I'm simply concerned about the security of this building. Isn't that your job as a security guard?"The guard scoffed, his arrogance swelling. "I don't take orders from anyone, especially not from someone like you," he retorted, casting a derisive glance at Gabriel. "Your wife may work here, but that doesn't give you any authority over me."Gabriel's patience wore thin at the
Gabriel sent a message to the general manager as he reached the security room, asking to meet him soon. Then he entered the room after tucking his phone in his pocket. “Oh, look who's here to beg to get his job," the security man jabbed upon sighting Gabriel. Gabriel's gaze hardened as he met the head of security's mocking tone with a steely glare, refusing to let the man get under his skin. "I'm not here for my old job," he replied evenly, his voice laced with authority. "I have a meeting with the general manager." The head of security scoffed, his expression dripping with disdain. "Oh, look who's suddenly important," he sneered. "What, did you come back to beg for alms then?" Gabriel's jaw clenched at the insinuation, but he maintained his composure. "I'm here on official business," he stated firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "And as the head of security, you should show some respect." The head of security bristled at Gabriel's words, his pride wounded. "And what's that s