Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

What? Sherilyn blinked in confusion, her thoughts scattered.

Why would he suddenly ask that?

"You heard me," Gilbert pressed, glancing at the side of the road where the sleek, silver Pagani was coming to a halt. Edgar was about to get out.

"Uh."

Given a choice between two options, Sherilyn didn't think twice. "Dancing," she answered.

I see...

Gilbert nodded silently, acknowledging her answer. As Edgar swung the car door open, Gilbert leaned in and took a seat.

The car drove off, and Edgar made his way over.

"Sherilyn."

Sherilyn watched the Bentley pull away, puzzled. Why did Gilbert seem so off?

...

Charles was getting somewhere with the Daphne investigation.

"Mr. Gilbert," Charles said, "turns out, this Daphne does have a weak spot."

"Oh?"

That's good news. A satisfied smirk appeared on Gilbert's lips as he remembered how much Sherilyn loved to dance.

"Let's hear it."

"Here's the thing—" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Daphne and Derek's mother had been best friends since childhood, but Daphne's in-laws were not as fortunate as Mrs. Brooks.

The Brooks family had always been part of the Sunhaven elite, while Daphne's in-laws had shown signs of decline in recent years.

Daphne's own family, though scholarly, couldn't offer much support in this regard.

Her in-laws were struggling more than ever these past few years.

This was Gilbert's opportunity.

...

When Daphne learned that her husband's company crisis had been resolved, she was naturally thrilled but also surprised.

How had the issue been suddenly fixed after such a long time?

"It was Mr. Johnson." Her husband's excitement hadn't faded. "The Johnsons? If they even give us a little help, it could really turn things around for us!"

Mr. Johnson? The Johnson family?

Upon hearing this, Daphne grew thoughtful.

Why would Mr. Johnson offer a helping hand out of the blue?

She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it.

And sure enough, the next day, as Daphne arrived at the dance studio, Gilbert was waiting for her at the entrance.

"Ms. Hansen," Gilbert greeted her warmly, polite and courteous, "I apologize for the intrusion without an appointment."

Daphne frowned slightly. "Mr. Johnson, what brings you here? Just get to the point."

"Very well," Gilbert didn't beat around the bush.

"I'm here to apologize on behalf of Sherilyn. She's young and made a mistake that broke the studio's rules. But, could you possibly forgive her and give her another chance?"

There it was...

Daphne's heart skipped a beat. That explains why Mr. Johnson suddenly offered to help her husband!

To agree or not?

Her husband had already accepted the benefits.

If she now refused and went back to convince her husband to reject the Johnsons' help, would that be possible?

She could imagine her husband not only refusing but their marriage hitting a rough patch because of it.

It's true what they say, money can make anything happen.

Even someone as proud as Daphne couldn't help but yield.

Daphne looked at Gilbert helplessly, "Mr. Johnson, how could I possibly refuse?"

"Ah, please don't," Gilbert kept smiling, but it was obviously polite and distant.

"What I want is for you to genuinely accept Sherilyn. She'll be dancing under your guidance, and she'll need your care."

With a deep breath, Daphne made her decision.