A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower

A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower   83. Miguel Benites

The silence in the hallway seemed louder than any scream. I paced back and forth, my heart lodged in my throat. The clock showed almost two hours since Isabella and Giulia had been taken for the procedure, and all I could do was hold that small rosary between my fingers — a gift from Giulia's grandmother, which she gave me before boarding her flight back to Rio, asking me never to stop praying.The wooden beads were worn around the edges, and I spun them with the tip of my thumb as if that had some power. As if faith dwelled in the trembling hands of a father who had already cried more than in his entire life.Giulia was going to receive the marrow that Isabella had donated. Everything was ready. The team was excellent. But what if…?"Mr. Miguel?" I heard a voice call, and my chest froze.I turned immediately. It was the nurse."They're already being brought to the room. The procedure went well. Both reacted as expected," she said with a calm smile, and I felt the air return to my lun

A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower   82. Isabella Viana

The sky was clear that morning, a cloudless blue, as if the universe had decided to give us a small gift of peace on the most important day of our lives.Giulia was in the back seat, hugging her favorite stuffed bear — Olaf — and wearing her Rapunzel wig secured with a flower tiara. Her expression was calm, but her thumb brushed the corner of her mouth in a nervous way. I knew. She was trying to be strong, as always.Miguel drove in silence, one hand on the steering wheel and the other intertwined with mine over the gear shift. Every now and then, he looked at me with a small smile, as if he needed to see that I was still there, whole."What if we go to the beach when all of this is over?" I asked suddenly, wanting to break the dense silence that filled the car."With sandcastles, coconut water, and sunscreen on our noses?" he replied, raising an eyebrow at Giulia through the rearview mirror.She smiled."And princess bikinis!" she added."Does that exist?" I asked, laughing."We'll i

A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower   81. Miguel Benites

A few days had passed since Isabella took the compatibility test. Long, heavy days, and at the same time, full of a silent hope that lingered in every corner of the house.In the last week, chemotherapy had begun to leave its marks on my daughter's body. Giulia's hair started to fall out in thin strands on her pillow and in the bath, and it was she herself who asked to have it all shaved off. She said she wanted to be "like the warriors who face real dragons."Isabella cried in the bathroom, hidden, after cutting the first strands, but she didn't let it show in front of Giulia. In front of her, she smiled, praised her courage, and covered her with kisses. The next morning, she showed up with a gift wrapped in pink paper: a box with Disney princess wigs.Giulia screamed with joy when she saw the Elsa one. Then came the Ariel one. Every day of the week, she chooses which princess she wants to be. Today, she's Belle. The brownish-blonde wig falls to her shoulders a

A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower   80. Isabella Viana

Miguel's hands were firm on the steering wheel, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. He said nothing, focused on the road, and I didn't bother breaking the silence either. Sometimes, words aren't necessary. Sometimes, they even get in the way.The hospital appeared on the horizon, and my stomach churned. I swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. The morning was beautiful, with a clear blue sky and a few scattered clouds. It seemed ironic. The lightness of the day contrasted with the weight we carried in our chests."Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked suddenly, his eyes still fixed ahead."I've never been more sure of anything," I replied, turning my face to him. "I love your daughter, Miguel. If I can do anything to help her, even if it's minimal… I will do it."He lightly squeezed my knee and nodded, unable to speak. I knew he was grateful. I knew he felt everything, even without saying it. And that was enough.We arrived at

A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower   19. Miguel Benites

My heart hammered inside my chest as I walked down the hospital corridors, the echo of my shoes sounding far too loud against the polished floor. My mind burned with the memory of Isabella’s voice on the phone—sharp and cutting, filled with a fury I

A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower   17. Miguel Benites

Night had already fallen when we left the art fair. Giulia talked nonstop from the back seat, excited about the paintings, her friends, and the colorful dessert one of the teachers had given her. Her enthusiasm was contagious—a sharp contrast to the usual calm of my car.“It wa

A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower   13. Miguel Benites

A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower   15. Miguel Benites

The day had already started badly.The news about the loss with Larson & Sons arrived before my second cup of coffee. Half a million euros gone because of a miscalculation in the security system by one of our interns. We’d had big losses before, but nothing this serious. Now the tenth-floor meeting