Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 136

Chapter 136

Sherilyn, the adopted daughter of the Johnson family? Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Around her, friends were chatting and laughing.

“Isn’t Sherilyn Mr. Gilbert’s ex–wife? How did she end up being the Johnson family’s adopted daughter?”

“She was indeed taken in by the Johnsons. Saying she’s an adopted daughter isn’t wrong.”

“But hold on, they made it a point to say she’s an adopted daughter without mentioning her relationship with Mr. Gilbert. There must be a reason, right?”

Knowing that Edgar’s cousin, Yates, was close to Gilbert, they turned to him for answers.

“Edgar, do you know why? Don’t you call Mr. Gilbert ‘big bro?”

uh…”

Edgar was struggling to keep his composure.

“I heard that she and Mr. Gilbert have been divorced for years now. And, Mr. Gilbert has moved on.”

“Divorced?” Someone speculated, “Could it be that the Johnsons are looking to set her up with someone?”

Everyone exchanged glances. “Possible. Haven’t you noticed? There’s quite a number of young men here tonight.”

They pointed towards Sylvia.

“See? Sylvia, with that adopted daughter of hers, greeting everyone. Only families with eligible bachelors, mind you.”

Someone exclaimed, “Oh no! What about us then?”

Someone teased, “What, the Johnson’s adopted daughter is too much for you?”

“It’s not about being an adopted daughter. She was with Mr. Gilbert!”

“Get with the times, man. Since when did a past marriage become an issue?”

“It’s not that,” the man retorted, “Sherilyn is known to be a handful. Getting involved with her is just asking for trouble!”

Pointing around, he challenged, “Tell me, would any of you be happy to take her on?”

“Forget it!”

“I’m not that fortunate.”

Edgar frowned, wondering if Sherilyn still had feelings for Gilbert.

Chapter 136

“Let’s go!”

“It’s none of our business anyway.”

Edgar and his friends walked away.

A short distance away, Gilbert stood with a dark expression, a cold aura surrounding him.. Derek and Yates stood by his side, exchanging looks, knowing Mr. Gilbert was in a foul mood.

But there was little they could do. You can silence one man, but not the crowd.

After all, the crowd was speaking the truth.

Gilbert downed his drink in one go and handed the empty glass to Derek.

“I’m going to see Grandma.”

“Hey, Gilbert… what are you doing?”

Sylvia was resting in the living room, sipping her tea,

“Grandma.

Gilbert walked over and sat down. “Are you in such a hurry to find Sherilyn a suitor?”

Sylvia glanced at her grandson’s gloomy face. “What’s wrong? Who upset you enough to bring your troubles to me?”

“Grandma!” Gilbert loosened his tie, struggling to breathe.

“You didn’t hear what those guys were saying about her!”

“Well.” Sylvia calmly took a sip of her tea. “I might not have heard, but that doesn’t mean I’m unaware-”

She looked at her grandson, continuing, “I can see what they said just by looking at your face.”

“Grandma!”

Gilbert was anxious. “Knowing what they’re like, none of them sincere, all talk behind her back – do you really want to entrust Sherilyn to them?”

Sylvia eyed him, puzzled, “Why are you so concerned?”