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

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

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

All Chapters of A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower: Chapter 81 - Chapter 83

81. Miguel Benites

82. Isabella Viana

83. Miguel Benites