Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 122

Who are you?

Grace

This was going to be more difficult than I thought.

I stared through the small window of the hospital room, watching the little girl sitting on her bed. She hadn’t moved since the first time. She just sat there, knees drawn to her chest, eyes fixed on the window beside her bed like she was waiting for something that would never come.

It had been two days since Genesis first brought me here. Whenever I had free time, I stood quietly by the door, my back against the cold wall, just watching her. Every night, I only left after she fell asleep, always at nine on the dot. She would pull the blanket over herself with slow, mechanical movements, lie down, and drift off, like clockwork.

By now, the nurses had grown used to seeing me. Some smiled softly as they passed; others whispered to one another, probably thinking they should have called security by now. I knew they must be thinking I was some kind of creep, a stranger staring into a child’s room. But Genesis had already told them who I was, which kept their judgment to polite stares instead of questions.

They told me to go inside, and talk to her. But I couldn’t. At least not yet.

I wasn’t studying the girl like she was some fragile experiment, I was giving her space. Space to breathe. Space to know someone was there without being forced to face them. From the way she flinched whenever anyone approached, I could tell she hated being touched.

I understood that feeling.

There had been times in my life when I felt the same way, when I didn’t want anyone to talk to me, or touch me, or even look at me. And yet, deep down, I still wanted someone close by. Just to know I wasn’t completely alone. Eleanor and Wyatt had been those kinds of people for me.

Once, I made a mistake, and my adoptive mother punished me harshly. I ran away for a few days and skipped school. My parents didn’t even notice I was gone, or maybe they just didn’t care. I didn’t want to see anyone, but I wanted someone to care enough to find me. I thought nobody would, until I learned that Eleanor and Wyatt had followed me. They even stayed at the same hotel, just to be near. When I found out, I was so happy I cried.

Maybe that was what I was trying to give her.

So I stood there. Two days in a row, same spot, same distance.

Still, as I stared at her now, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was doing the right thing.

I sighed and rubbed my temple. “This is probably stupid,” I muttered under my breath. “Why do I keep standing here like a fool? She probably doesn’t even know I’ve been here for the past two days.”

My voice faded into the silence of the corridor.

“Maybe I should get something to eat first,” I said, rubbing my stomach as it grumbled. I was about to turn away when a sound made me freeze.

Thud.

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It came from inside the room.

I blinked, my heart skipping a nervous beat, and leaned closer to the window.

The girl had moved.

Before I even realized what I was doing, I pushed the door open. My heart was in my throat as I rushed inside, eyes darting straight to the bed, but it was empty.

My gaze dropped, and that’s when I saw her. The little girl was sitting on the floor, her small hands resting limply on her knees. There was a faint scrape on one of them, a thin smear of red against pale skin. She just stared at it, motionless, her face blank as if she couldn’t even feel the sting.

“Oh my God,” I rushed across the room and dropped to my knees in front of her. My heart pounded so loud it drowned out everything else. “Are you okay?”

She didn’t answer.

I followed her gaze, examining the scrape. It wasn’t deep, just a small cut, barely bleeding. My shoulders sagged in relief, and I exhaled shakily. “It’s just a small scrape,” I murmured, almost to myself.

When I looked back at her, she still hadn’t moved. I hesitated, then whispered softly, more to myself than to her, “Excuse me,” before slipping my arms under her small body. She was lighter than I expected. Carefully, I lifted her and placed her back on the bed.

I adjusted her so her legs stretched over the blanket. Still, she didn’t pull away. That alone caught me off guard, every nurse had told me she couldn’t stand being touched.

I brushed a strand of hair away from her face and said quietly, “We still have to treat the wound, okay? Let me get a doctor.”

That’s when she looked up at me.

Our eyes locked, and I felt my chest tighten. Her gaze was vacant, completely devoid of light. These weren’t the eyes of a child, they were muted, empty, and lifeless.

I’d seen pain before, I’d lived through it, but even I hadn’t been this hollow when I was her age. The realization made my throat ache, and I felt the sting of tears press at the corners of my eyes. I swallowed hard and forced a small smile. “I’ll get a doctor,” I repeated, my voice tight.

I turned toward the door.

“No need,” a deep voice said behind me.

I froze. Slowly, I straightened and turned.

A tall man stood at the doorway, dressed in a black suit that fit him too perfectly. His black hair was neatly combed back, and his sharp blue eyes seemed to catch every flicker of light in the room. He looked like he was in his early forties, strong, composed, and intimidatingly calm.

I swallowed.

W–what the hell was going on….

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For a second, I couldn’t move. It wasn’t just because he was attractive, though he was, in a cold, intimidating. way. It was something else.

He looked like me.

Those same blue eyes. The same sharp shape to the jaw, even the faint tension in his expression. It was like staring at the older, male version of myself.

He seemed to notice it too. His expression didn’t change much, but his brow lifted slightly as his gaze swept over me. Then, tilting his head a little, he spoke again, voice dark with authority.

“Who are you?”

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