"Then be emotionally strong," Gabriel said firmly. "I understand she's your sister, but she's also a culprit. This is the price she has to pay. Don't burden yourself, or Noa, with her mistakes. Do I need to remind you of the horror of that night?"
He didn't want to lose his temper, yet it pained him to see how easily Amelie could be swayed by a few tears or Flora's remorseful words. He needed her to stay guarded.
"I understand where you're coming from," Amelie said softly, her voice losing strength. "Let's not talk about it anymore."
A sudden ache pierced her head, likely a symptom of her pregnancy. She rubbed her temple gently.
"You should rest," Gabriel said immediately. With care, he lifted her legs onto the mattress and adjusted the pillows to help her sit more comfortably. Then he took a seat near her feet and pulled her legs into his lap, beginning to massage one of them.
"Gabriel… you really don't have to do this," Amelie murmured, trying to pull her legs back.
