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A few hours later,

Giselle lay on the hospital bed with her head neatly bandaged. Her face was still pale, but her breathing had become steady. The scrapes on her arms and knees had already been cleaned by the doctor. He confirmed there were no fractures, only some bruises and minor wounds from the impact.

Billy stood by the bedside, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression a mix of relief and frustration. He stared at Giselle sharply, as if restraining himself from raising his voice.

“Giselle, do you realize how reckless your action was earlier?” Billy’s voice finally broke, firm and full of emotion. “Jumping out of...