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Chapter 59

Author: Amy Robert
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-09 03:24:03

Gabriel's POV

I nursed my wounds while going down memory lane. A lot had been pushed away from my mind—a lot of memories that shaped the person I was today.

I'd already embraced the consequences of my decisions, and I didn't regret any of them.

"You still don't want to say who did this to you," Jennie asked as she watched me treat my wounds. She had offered to do it earlier, but I declined.

"You don't need to know," I replied in a low hoarse voice.

"Gabriel," she called softly from behin
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