My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Having gotten a good night’s sleep, Genevieve put on comfortable sports attire and drove to Jan’s place after breakfast. Jan’s house happened to be in the residential area where her parents used to stay. “Have you had breakfast, Ms. Rachford? I’m so sorry to have you come over so early in the morning!” Jan said as he welcomed her at the door. Genevieve waved at him. “Don’t say that! You’ve been of great help to me too! Also, you can just call me Genev from now on.” Jan then led her into the house while they chatted. Due to his wife’s personal preferences, the place had a simplistic design and a vibrant color tone. A little girl about ten years old could be seen eating breakfast in the dining hall next to the living room. She had on a blue dress and seemed to be focused on peeling a boiled egg.

“She has a thing for round objects like these but hates the color green. She won’t even sit down at the table if she sees anything green in the food,” Jan said with a sigh. While he didn’t mind her being a picky eater, she rarely spoke and would spend lots of time by herself, either in her bedroom or the garden. She would stay in a place for hours on end and even refused to talk to him. Jan and his wife, Brenda Yoder, were perfectly healthy individuals, so they had no idea why their daughter would develop autism that worsened with each passing day. They had brought her to all reputable doctors in the country, but none of them were able to treat her. Brenda tried staying home to keep her company at first. However, she had a mental breakdown when her daughter remained unresponsive like a lifeless puppet. She even asked Jan if there was something wrong with her and offered to try having another child. Eventually, Jan had Brenda go stay with her parents so they could look after her. He would only allow her to come to visit their daughter when her mental state had stabilized. Genevieve felt her heart ache when she heard Jan talk about his daughter’s condition.

A child is a parent’s greatest treasure. It would hurt anyone to see their child suffer, especially from a medical condition that can’t be treated. I can tell that Jan really loves his daughter. A man of his status could easily have as many children as he likes, but he chose to devote himself to his daughter instead. After bringing Genevieve into the dining hall, Jan knelt down beside his daughter and said gently, “Shirley, this is Ms. Rachford. She’s the music teacher I hired. Don’t you want to say hi to her?” Shirley ignored him and continued peeling her boiled egg. “It’s okay! We’ll let her finish her food. You can head over to work later if you have to. I’ll help look after her for you,” Genevieve said with a faint smile. Jan hesitated a little when he heard that. As his daughter had injured the previous music teacher when she threw a tantrum, he feared she would do the same to Genevieve as well. “Don’t worry. I won’t stick around if she doesn’t like me,” Genevieve added when she noticed the concerned look on his face. “In that case, I’ll leave her in your care,” Jan replied.

He had finished breakfast and left for work by the time Shirley was done peeling the boiled egg. She took her own sweet time as she ate it, completely ignoring everything and everyone around her. Instead of rushing her, Genevieve had the housekeeper brew her a cup of coffee while she did some work on her laptop. After finishing her boiled egg and mashed potatoes, Shirley wiped her hands with a paper towel and slowly went up to the second floor. Genevieve followed her into her bedroom and saw that it had a light blue color tone. The bed and carpeted floor had tons of cute, round dolls all over.

Shirley sat down in a corner and began plucking at the strings of a violin that was lying around. She would smile whenever she heard a sound from the violin. As Genevieve stood there and watched her play with it, she finally understood why most violin teachers had given up on her.