I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 318 Miracle

Georgia’s fingers moved slowly, guiding the light with care. The green glow deepened, brighter and thicker, weaving into Amelia’s energy field. It touched the gray edges, and the two colors met—one heavy with pain, the other soft with renewal.

The moment they touched, the gray began to thin, curling like smoke in the wind. The green surged forward, strong yet soothing, washing through the dullness and replacing it with warmth. Bit by bit, the red anger dissolved into golden calm, and the faint turquoise and yellow bloomed brighter, reclaiming their place in her aura.

Georgia’s face glowed softly under the sunlight, her hair haloed with gold. Her lips moved soundlessly, whispering words that had no language, only meaning. The energy responded to her—alive, obedient, pure.

By the time she opened her eyes, the room had changed. The heavy air of sickness had vanished, replaced by something clear and gentle. Amelia’s face looked peaceful, her breathing deeper, her hands no longer tense.

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It was late evening when Alina’s phone began to ring, the soft vibration echoing in her quiet room. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, brushing her hair, when she saw her aunt’s name flashing on the screen. Her heart skipped—her aunt rarely called this late unless something important had happened.

She quickly answered, her voice curious and a little anxious. "Aunt Lyla?"

"Linaaa! There are two good news! Which one do you want to hear first?" her aunt said excitedly, her voice bursting with joy.

Alina blinked in surprise, already smiling. "Two? Hmm... how should I know which to pick? Just tell me quickly!" she said, her own excitement rising. A warm flutter of hope spread in her chest—maybe this had something to do with her mother.

"Well, one of them is that I resigned from the hospital!" her aunt announced dramatically.

Alina froze. "Wait—what?! How is that good news?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide. "Auntie, please tell me you haven’t lost your mind!"

Lyla laughed so hard that Alina could almost picture her waving a hand in amusement. "Oh, child, let me finish! I resigned because I found something better! It’s a position at a military medical organization nearby. No night shifts, no emergency work at midnight—only day work! And the salary is twenty percent higher! Can you believe that? They even offer free health checkups, bonuses, and family benefits! I’ll send you the PDF with all the details. Read it for me, okay? You’re the smart one!"

Alina couldn’t help but laugh softly, relief washing through her. Her aunt sounded so genuinely happy that Alina’s own worries melted. "That really is good news, Auntie. You deserve a peaceful job. No more sleepless nights," she said gently.

"Oh, and now comes the best one!" her aunt’s voice turned softer, trembling with happiness. "You won’t believe what Georgia did!"

Alina sat up straight, her heart thudding. "What happened? Tell me!"

"Your mother—she woke up, Lina! For about an hour! She opened her eyes, and she was smiling! She even tried to talk, though her voice was still weak. And after that, she went back to sleep again, but she looked so peaceful." Lyla’s voice broke with emotion. "I swear, Georgia is a miracle doctor. God finally blessed us again... after so long, I feel like happiness came back into our lives."

Alina’s throat tightened, tears stinging her eyes as she pressed the phone closer. "Auntie... really?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Yes, my dear. Your mother’s going to recover, I just know it," her aunt said with faith that warmed Alina’s heart.

Alina smiled through her tears, whispering softly into the phone, "Thank you, Auntie... thank you for telling me."

"Can you pass the phone to Georgia?" she asked quickly, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Of course!" Aunt Lyla said eagerly. "GEO! GEO! COME HERE!"

Alina heard her aunt calling out, and for a moment, she blinked in surprise. They’ve already become so close? she thought, both shocked and happy. She could almost imagine the two of them chatting like old friends.

A moment later, a cheerful, teasing voice came through the phone. "Well, well... someone wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah!" Alina said, her voice breaking as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. "Thank you, Georgia... thank you so much!" Her words came out in a rush, shaky and full of emotion. "You don’t know what this means to me. I was... I was almost losing hope of my mom ever getting better. And now—now she opened her eyes because of you. You’re a miracle, Georgia. I don’t even have words to repay you..."

On the other side of the line, Georgia chuckled warmly. "Hey, hey, don’t cry, silly girl. It’s alright. I’m happy she’s doing better. But don’t thank me too much—I only came because your sir asked me to." Her voice turned playful, full of mischief. "So maybe you should start thinking about how to repay him, hm?"

Alina froze for a second, her face turning bright red as her mind flashed straight to Dante. "W-what do you mean, repay him? He just... he just cares for his employees!" she stammered quickly, her heart thudding in embarrassment.

Georgia laughed, the sound light and teasing. "Mhm, sure. Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart."

And before Alina could say anything more, Georgia added in a sing-song voice, "Goodnight, Miss Alina~" and hung up, leaving Alina holding the phone with her cheeks warm and her heart racing.

She sighed softly, wiping her tears and whispering under her breath, "Repay him... really, Georgia..." But even as she said that, she couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at her lips.

Alina set her phone down beside her, her fingers still trembling slightly from all the emotions that had rushed through her.

Georgia’s teasing words lingered in her mind. Repay him... she had said, laughing. Alina had tried to brush it off then, but now that she was alone, the thought refused to fade. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

She sighed softly, pulling her knees close and resting her chin on them. "She’s right, though," she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "He wouldn’t care about money or gifts. He’s a demon... what use would he have for those things?"

Her gaze drifted to the window. She thought of Dante’s calm face, the authority in his voice, the way he had done everything so carefully for her mother without ever expecting anything in return. He never boasted, never demanded gratitude—just helped in his own silent, intimidating way.

"Maybe I should do something myself," she whispered, her heart softening. "Something sincere... something that actually comes from me."

Her mind began to wander—maybe she could cook something for him, or draw something, or prepare a simple handmade gift. It sounded silly, almost childish, but for some reason, the idea warmed her chest.

She smiled faintly to herself, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes," she whispered, her voice quiet but certain. "I’ll make something for him. Not out of obligation... but because I want to."