Where Gabriel is

"How could you lose Gabriel?" Alpheus snapped. "You know he's a sensitive child! You shouldn't have dumped everything on him like that. At the very least, you should've let Rome be the one to talk to him—he could've explained things better, more gently. But instead, you just—blurted everything out. Are you even thinking like a mother?"

Ingrid's fists clenched, and tears welled in her eyes.

"E-even you, Alpheus? You're taking Rome's side now?" her voice trembled. "You're a Monteverde! You're supposed to be on my side, not his!"

Alpheus remained cold and unmoved.

"Just because I'm a Monteverde doesn't mean I'll defend you blindly, Ingrid. Yes, I'm your cousin—but I won't support you when you're clearly in the wrong. You need to grow up—especially now that you have a child depending on you."

"So you're saying I'm not mature enough to raise my own son?!" Ingrid gasped, her voice rising in disbelief.