Chapter 70

Giselle smiled awkwardly and sat down on a small stone bench nearby. Gavin sat across from her. "You used to do your homework here when you were little. Your older cousins would fan away mosquitoes for you, worried you'd get bitten. "Your skin was so delicate that mosquito bites would leave marks for months. Every time you got bitten, your cousins always felt so sorry for you. I was the one responsible for helping you with your homework." Giselle's mind drifted back to those days. Back then, Diane was still alive, David hadn't changed, and her cousins all adored her. Even Gavin treated her like a little sister. She realized that kind of life could only exist in memory. "You hadn't met Chantelle back then," Giselle said. Gavin softened his voice when he heard her mention Chantelle. "Giselle, you're biased against Chantelle. If you really got to know her, you'd see she's capable, kind, and even a little pitiful." Giselle let out a humorless, half-hearted laugh. "So I'm supposed