Gabriel's temper was gradually growing; in addition, his mood was soaring like the foul stenched potion that he was made to rub every day.
He could barely do anything without the help of anyone and this angered him the most. By the end of the week his patience had already snapped and he didn't relent to yell at anyone who offered help.
Especially to Iyila, who displeased him the most by her concern. He didn't hesitate to scold her at any given time. His father also visited during the week, but they didn't say much. He noticed the fake concern on his face. Gabriel wasn't the least moved by it.
Zaracharaeus also visited but in his visit they had a lilttle argument when Gabriel caught the mockery in his tone. Since then, Gabriel had been angry. He found everything displeasing and one day while shouting at Iyila for trying to help him up, Susan walked in to rebuke him.
His breathing was moving in a fast rhythm and he was angrily staring at Iyila. "Get out of my sight," he yelled again.
"Enough Gabriel, enough of your sass, what have you become?"
"She mocks me," he yelled. Iyila gasped. "When, how?" she defended but Susan quickly shushed her.
"How did she mock you Gabriel?" Susan asked.
"I see the mockery in her eyes when she aids me, I see the pity, I am not to be pitied, I am not disabled."
Susan thought of what he said and finally sighed.
"Ok then, Lilah your work here is finished. Obviously your master is fit and can do everything without the aid of those who care, so you may go to your chamber."
Susan instructed and Iyila left without staring at him.
"I hope you are pleased by this," Susan asked gazing at him. He looked away and she left.
And pride indeed was his downfall. He fell to the ground with a loud thud when he tried to move. "Bloody cursed horse!" he yelled and tried to move but his hand was in a cast and his legs were badly injured. Moving them could reopen the stitches and it did. The pain was unearable; he groaned.
After trying for some time he gave up He knew it was useless and that his mother had done this to teach him a lesson. Gabriel remained so for some minutes before Collete came in and found him lying on the floor.
"Mother!" she screamed and rushed out. The room was soon crowded with his family members, some smirking. He fainted.
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