The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 417

Gideon rattled off every instruction with crystal-clear precision, fussing over every tiny detail.

In his warped cognitive reality, Giselle was simply being her usual spoiled self, hiding in her room and refusing to come down for dinner because of the summer heat.

Franklin's cloudy eyes instantly swam with tears.

He had served two generations of the Hayes family, watching both Gideon and Giselle grow up.

Now, the young miss was lying in a freezing cemetery, and the young master's mind was fracturing, piece by piece.

He didn't dare reply, and he certainly didn't dare puncture the fragile delusion keeping the young master afloat.

The doctors had explicitly warned them: when a patient experiences severe cognitive distortions and hallucinations, aggressively forcing reality onto them can trigger catastrophic psychological collapse.

"Franklin?"

Noticing the butler's silence, Gideon furrowed his brow slightly.

"Why aren't you answering? Is the kitchen out of ingredients?"

Gideon stared at Franklin, a hint of genuine confusion in his eyes.

Franklin bowed his head, frantically swiping his sleeve across his tear-stained face.

"Right away, sir..."

Franklin's voice cracked, thick with unshed tears. "I'll go tell the kitchen... to make Miss Giselle's favorite mango pudding. Please don't worry, sir."

Hearing Franklin's reassurance, Gideon nodded in satisfaction. He picked up his fountain pen, flipped open another financial report, and dove right back into his grueling workload.

Franklin turned around and stumbled toward the study doors.

Standing out in the hall, Nora bit down brutally on her lower lip.

The heavy taste of copper flooded her mouth as she let her scalding tears break like a dam, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the carpeted hallway.

Gideon's memory and perception were completely derailing.

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