TChapter 126

The night grew late at the De Santos mansion. The corridor lights were dim, leaving a faint glow that made the atmosphere feel heavy and quiet. In Gesha’s bedroom, the child was already sleeping soundly. Her breathing was steady, her favorite doll hugged tightly against her chest.

Giselle sat at the edge of the bed, staring at her daughter’s face for a long time. She gently stroked Gesha’s hair, as if making sure the child was truly at peace.

“Sleep well,” she whispered.

As she stood up to leave, the bedroom door opened slowly. Leon stood at the doorway, his face flat, his eyes fixed on Giselle.

“We...