“Mr. Prince, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have hurt your fiancée. Please... I’m begging you... give me back the photo—ah—!”
As soon as the words left my mouth, Gabriel delivered another swift kick to my shoulder, a light chuckle escaping his lips.
“Nora, the person you owe an apology to is Ellie.”
Clenching my fists tightly, I forced myself to crawl on my knees toward Ellie. Lowering my head to the floor, I bowed deeply.
“Ms. Moor, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so cruel and malicious as to hurt you and I definitely shouldn’t have ruined your special day. I’m truly sorry.”
With trembling stiffness, I turned my head, my bloodshot eyes locking onto Gabriel.
“Now... can I have the photo back?”
The next moment, flames erupted, the photo consumed in seconds by the hungry fire, reduced to nothing but ash.
A wave of anguish surged through me. Furious and despairing, I lunged toward Gabriel’s feet, pounding at him with all my strength, my voice cracking with rage.
“Gabriel, you bastard! I apologized, I bowed—so why would you still burn my Grandma’s photo? Have you forgotten how kind she was to you? How could you?”