Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

CHAPTER 179

On the other end, Caroline picked up. “Gilbert?”

Her voice sounded pleased, and she teased, “The always busy Mr. Johnson, calling me out of nowhere? What’s going on?”

“Caroline.” Thinking about Francis, still unconscious in the hospital, Gilbert struggled a bit, his brows furrowing into a deep frown before he gathered his courage. “You… from now on, don’t mess around with my phone.”

“What?” Caroline’s mood flipped instantly, her smile freezing. “What are you talking about? I, I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“Caroline.” Gilbert weighed his words carefully, deciding to be honest. “My phone has an app with which I can recover all the deleted call logs.”

At that, Caroline was stunned. What else was there to misunderstand? Caroline had taken a call from that nightclub manager, deleted the call log, and Gilbert knew.

She admitted it. “Yes, I did take a call from some manager, and now, you’re calling me out over this trivial matter?”

Gilbert didn’t confirm or deny, stating, “I hope you can respect me. Let’s not have a repeat of this.”

With that, he hung up.

It was the first time in years that Gilbert had been mean to her. Suddenly closing her eyes, Caroline leaned back. Her back against the chair felt scorching hot, accompanied by a faint pain, as

memories flashed rapidly through her mind. Sweat broke out on her forehead and temples. On the other end of the line, Caroline was utterly baffled.

After a long moment, holding the phone, she laughed.

How did he find out? And he even recovered the deleted logs? Was it such a big deal that he had to confront her?

Caroline snorted softly, “Why?”

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She found it ridiculous to think Gilbert would have blamed her for touching his phone. Had he forgotten about the past? Could it be, after living the high life. for so long, Gilbert had seen himself as Mr. Gilbert? Or did Gilbert only remember being grateful to Francis, lying unconscious in a hospital bed, forgetting that his success today also had her contribution?

“No, no…” Caroline shook her head slightly.

He wouldn’t and couldn’t forget. It should be deep in his bones to remember forever!

Sherilyn and Jenna had a video call later that day on Serenity Street.

Dr. William had lent a hand, using his phone.

“Mommy!” In the video, Jenna looked very spirited.

“Jenna.” When seeing her daughter, Sherilyn’s heart nearly melted.

Sherilyn often thought it was fortunate that she had Jenna. Otherwise, over the years, she would have likely become bitter. But with Jenna, it was different. Just one look at Jenna and all the

grievances and resentments faded away. Children were angels sent from heaven, no doubt about it.

Jenna’s sweet voice came through. “Mommy, I have been good, listening to Dr. William, taking my shots, and taking my meds.”

“I’m so proud of you, sweetie.” Sherilyn smiled, a gentle aura enveloping her. “Jenna, my dear, you are a brave girl.”

Jenna had been enduring long–term medication and injections that even adults might not bear. But thankfully, Jenna’s surgery was soon. After the surgery, she could fully recover, and she could live like any other child, not longer needing medication or injections.

Thinking of that, Sherilyn said, “Jenna is so good. You deserve a reward. What would you like, my dear?”

She added, “It can be something a bit expensive.”

In the past, when Sherilyn had to balance work and studies while raising a child, Jenna couldn’t have many expensive toys. But what child wouldn’t like them?