Gabriel vomited blood again. He smiled sadly.

“Good, great, amazing!”

“You really are her son… huhhh…? She did say that I’d die in the hands of my own son when she left. I didn’t believe her, but… pfft… I have no other choice but to do that now. Don, you really do… look a lot like… her…”

When Gabriel said this, he was getting less and less oxygen by the minute, his face pale as a sheet. Blood poured out of the gaping wound in his back.

Donovan froze. “What did you say? What do you mean by t