Kabanata 7 El Filibusterismo Novels & Stories

He wished nothing of sort would happen to someone else. Above all Gabriel Martins was happy that his three children didn’t come across the notes, he wondered what would have become of them, would they have ended up like him or in a psychiatric home. He was glad his children and grandchildren were safe. But Danielle wasn't safe anymore if only he knew that the worse was about to happen.

“You don’t get to decide who I love.” “I am your father!” “Then start acting like one!” Antonio’s hand slammed against the table. “Don’t raise your voice at me in my house!” “This isn’t a house, it’s a museum for your ego,” Gabriel shot back. I winced, glancing at Ma. She looked torn between crying and begging them to stop. Antonio switched fully to Filipino now, his voice rising, sharp and cutting: “Pumunta ka sa ibang bansa, nagpakasama, tapos babalik ka dito dala-dala ang kahihiyan mo?!” (You went abroad, made a fool of yourself, and now you return bringing shame?)