Gabriel had known many of this type over the years, and shame was something they utterly lacked. She fully believed she was justified, and trying to make her see otherwise would only end in frustration.

Instead, he let her speak, let her try to justify her jealousy, fully believing herself to be convincing.

"And what exactly do you know of the accident my son suffered?" Gabriel asked, still flat, still unruffled, still unmoved.

He was obviously not convinced, but apparently willing to listen, even if it was just to find out how much she actually knew.