She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 899

Giselle didn't answer. She just stood up and went back to washing the dishes.

By the time Gigi finished her bath, Hank had taken his second round of medication. He was resting on the sofa with his eyes closed, his breathing much steadier than when he first arrived. Gigi tiptoed over, gently pulling the blanket up to cover his shoulders. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Get well soon," she whispered.

Then she scurried back to her room, climbed into bed with her stuffed bunny, and quickly fell asleep.

When Giselle stepped out of the bathroom, the living room lights were dimmed. Only a single floor lamp glowed beside the couch, casting a warm, amber light over Hank's sharp, chiseled features.

He was asleep, his breathing heavy. His brows were furrowed tightly, as if he were trapped in a nightmare.

Giselle watched him for a moment before going to her room to grab a clean blanket. She brought it out and draped it over him.

Her movements were incredibly gentle, but the moment her fingers brushed his shoulder, he flinched.

"Giselle," he mumbled thickly, keeping his eyes shut.

Her hand froze mid-air.

He wasn't awake. His brow just creased deeper, completely restless.

Giselle stood there staring at him for a few seconds. She turned off the lamp and retreated to her bedroom.

Hank actually slept reasonably well that night.

Early the next morning, Giselle went out and bought pastries for breakfast. After checking his temperature to confirm his fever had broken, she said flatly, "Eat breakfast and then leave. I have to drop Gigi off at preschool."

Hank washed his face, looking much better than the night before. He sat down at the table and grabbed a pastry. "I can drive you guys."

"No need," Giselle replied.

Letting him stay the night was already her absolute limit. Pushing his luck any further would only backfire, so Hank didn't press the issue.

After breakfast, Giselle took Gigi to school.

The little girl skipped happily into the building, greeted warmly by the teacher who guided her into the classroom.

Gigi sat in her little chair, her hands folded politely on the desk, listening attentively as the teacher spoke.

Today's topic was "My Family."

The teacher, Ms. Windsor, stood at the front with a gentle smile, holding a toy microphone and calling the kids up one by one to share.

The first few kids had lively stories. One said, "My dad fixes cars," another bragged, "My mom makes the best cake," and another shared, "I went to the zoo with my parents this weekend."

When it was Gigi's turn, she walked to the front of the room.

"Hi everyone, my name is Gigi Turner." Her voice was soft but clear. "In my family, there's my mommy, my grandma, and me."

Ms. Windsor crouched down and smiled. "And what about your dad?"

Gigi blinked, thought about it, and answered honestly, "I don't have a dad."

A hush fell over the classroom.

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