It was painfully obvious that Alistair had unleashed hell on her this time.
The damage wasn't just limited to her face; her body was undoubtedly covered in welts and lacerations.
Logically, Gabriel knew she had brought this upon herself.
Yet, a pang of undeniable sympathy tugged at his chest.
Elara had targeted his brother, his sister-in-law, and his entire family.
He felt that if karma wanted to punish her, bankrupting the Bennett family would have been enough.
But this...
This was just barbaric.
Gabriel had warned himself repeatedly not to feel an ounce of pity for this woman.
But human nature was a stubborn thing.
The more he forcefully suppressed his emotions and ordered himself not to care.
The more the empathy flooded his system.
A suffocating silence filled the room.
Elara rarely saw Gabriel so uncharacteristically quiet.
She noticed the deep crease between his brows.
She studied the look on his face.
He looked incredibly conflicted.
But through it all, Elara could tell—he pitied her.
In the past, she would have spat on anyone's pity.
But now...
She was in no position to be picky.
Since Gabriel was foolish enough to feel sorry for her, she had to seize this opening.
She needed to...
Milk his sympathy for all it was worth.
"Gabriel..."
Her voice cut through the quiet, trembling and choked with tears.
"You didn't save me..."
"What?"
Gabriel blinked, totally blindsided.
What the hell was she talking about?
Their eyes locked, and Gabriel felt a jolt in his chest.
The look she gave him was swimming in sheer resentment.



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