The Billionaire's Regret: His Secret Wife Turned Medical Genius novel Chapter 105

Iron Alley was the darkest, filthiest corner of the world. It was a haven for criminals and the desperate—a hell where no one came out whole.

Living there was worse than dying.

"That's where you'll reflect on your sins." Gabriel's voice fell like a final verdict.

For a moment, Amelia just stared at him. Then, a low laugh slipped from her throat. It grew louder and sharper until it broke into wild, hysterical cackling.

She laughed even as tears poured down her face. "Gabriel, you're merciless…"

But Gabriel didn't look back at her. He simply opened the door and walked out, leaving behind Amelia's shrill laughter and the last shred of whatever tie had remained between them.

Meanwhile, at the end of the corridor, a heavy door creaked open.

Emily, who had been sitting rigid, shot to her feet like a spring.

Tense with worry, Arthur instinctively reached to steady her. "Emily—"

But Emily didn't hear him. Instead, her gaze and attention was locked on the man stepping out of the dim light.

Gabriel was still dressed in the same sharp suit he had worn earlier, radiating his usual coldness that kept everyone at a distance.

Emily rushed toward him.

Arthur tried to stop her but failed.

Soon, Emily stopped in front of Gabriel, leaving the space of only a single step between them. She didn't say a word. She merely looked at him with a gaze filled with urgent, unspoken questions.

Gabriel looked at her, his eyes dark and unreadable. Then, he said, "I'll have her sent away tomorrow."

But just as he finished speaking, a sharp, resounding slap landed hard across his face, ringing through the empty hallway.

The air froze.

Arthur gasped.

In an instant, Gabriel's head had snapped to the side, and five vivid finger marks flared across his cheek.

"How can I calm down?" she screamed. "The one lying in there is my friend and my only family! She ended up like this because she saved me! And you're protecting the person who tried to kill me!"

At last, Emily's tears broke free—a flood mixed with relentless regret and anguish that burned hot against her cheeks.

"Listen to me, Gabriel." She wiped her face with a trembling hand, eyes wild with desperate resolve.

"I won't let Amelia go. I will never let her go!"

Upon seeing Emily on the verge of collapse, Gabriel felt as if an invisible hand had clenched around his heart, stinging it with a thousand sharp stabs of pain.

He reached out, trying to catch her arm. "She's already been punished."

But Emily simply let out a sharp, bitter laugh. It was as if she had just heard the cruelest joke. She jerked back a step, dodging Gabriel's touch as if it were the plague.

"Punished?" Her voice rose, edged with hysteria. "Mal is lying in there, covered in tubes and breathing through a machine. And you're just going to send away that murderer? Is that what you call punishment?

"Gabriel, why? Why is her life worth more than my friend's?"