Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



Sherilyn had just turned around when she emerged from the guest room, looking like she had freshened up a bit. Her long hair was neatly combed and tied back.

Her eyes were bloodshot, a sign of a sleepless night.

"Sherilyn," Gilbert took a couple of steps toward her. "Sophia brought over some breakfast. Would you like to have some?"

"Sure," Sherilyn nodded, saying nothing more.

Overnight, she seemed to have lost weight. Her jawline was sharper, and her eyes appeared sunken.

Gilbert started to say something, but his phone rang.

"Hello?"

It was Caroline.

Turning away to take the call, Gilbert lowered his voice. "Yes, that's right... Okay, understood..."

After hanging up, he turned back to see Sherilyn already sitting at the dining table.

She was hunched over, holding a mug of milk to her lips, looking lost in thought.

"Sherilyn."

Gilbert put away his phone and approached her.

Seeing that the milk level had barely changed, he felt a pang in his heart.

"I have something to take care of, need to step out for a bit."

Hearing this, Sherilyn looked up at him with a forced smile. "Got things to do, huh? Well, you better get going then." "Sherilyn..."

Seeing the forced smile on her face, Gilbert hesitated. His throat tightened, "I'll try to be back soon."

"Go on!" Sherilyn urged, her smile strained. "Don't let me hold you up."

"Alright."

Gilbert gave her a long, meaningful look before turning to leave.

As he did, Sherilyn's expression darkened, her smile vanishing instantly.

He was gone.

Just like that.

As always, it was up to her alone to take care of Jenna, to face everything that came their way!

Who was that call from? Caroline?

His heart was too divided, too full of others. The little he could offer Jenna...

Sherilyn took a deep breath, gulping down the milk with determination.

Jenna was her daughter. All she could rely on was herself, her mother.

...

Gilbert headed down to the garage to get his car, calling Charles on the way.

"It's me."

"Mr. Gilbert, at your service."

"Caroline has a check-up at the hospital today. Could you swing by Golden Oak Manor to lend a hand? I can't make it." "Of course, Mr. Gilbert."

After hanging up, Gilbert got into his

car and drove out of the garage,

heading straight for Blue Haven, the

Harrison family's mansion

At Blue Haven.

Naylor was already up, changing into his day clothes in the dressing room.

"Sir!"

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As soon as he stepped out of his room, the caretaker approached him, worry etched on her face, Mrs. Katy refuses to take her medicine..."

Sigh.

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What was the use of having all these servants if none could handle such simple tasks?

"I understand."

He headed toward Katy's room, his steps heavy with resignation.

Since the incident where Katy accidentally ingested disinfectant and required a stomach pump, she had been on medication to aid her recovery. But getting her to take her medicine always required

considerable effort. Content belongs

Yet, Katy seemed to fear Naylor. Whenever he was present, she would become quiet and compliant, without a word of protest.

Thus, whenever Naylor was around, the caretaker would seek his help.

In the room, Naylor took the medicine and approached Katy. "Katy, it's time for your medicine... Come on, open up, there you go..."

Just then, Nolan entered the room.

He stood behind Naylor, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"Mr. Nine is here. His car's been parked out front for a while now, but he hasn't come in yet."Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org