Blair's POV
"Gabriel, why were you in my room?" I asked, and he lifted his brows as he scanned my living room like he had never been here before.
"How long will it take for your mother to heal from her fall?" He asked, and I folded my arms.
"I don't remember mentioning it to you that my mother fell, so how on earth do you even know that?" I asked.
"It's obvious, Blair. Besides, I was there when Caleb received the call, and she clearly said she fell," he replied, and I slowly released my folded arms.
"I'll have my phone now, thank you. And please don't go into my room, especially when I'm not there," I said, and he handed my phone over to me.
"Call if you need anything," he said and left. I didn't know whether he felt bad because of the way I spoke to him, but it didn't really matter because there's no difference between being in bad terms and being on good terms with him.