“No!” Giselle asserted firmly.

Before she could elaborate, Henry’s smirk widened knowingly.

“How about we pick up Grandma first? After that, you’re in charge. Deal?”

Giselle’s response was a weighted silence as she made her way toward the hospital.

Henry’s grip on her hand was tight; despite several attempts, she couldn't shake him off.

His amusement at her discomfort was evident, the corners of his mouth turning up in a slight, teasing ...