Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert slowed his pace, inching closer without alarming anyone inside…

“Who is it?”

Sylvia, her heart in her throat, clutched Sherilyn’s hand. “Do I know this guy? Can we trust him?”

Sherilyn couldn’t be too explicit. “He’s very mature and stable. Most importantly, he likes me and will treat me well.”

Hearing this, Sylvia fell silent. Everything Sherilyn described was everything Gilbert hadn’t given her!

“Oh…” Sylvia sighed, “Sounds good.”

“Yeah.” Sherilyn nodded, “Sylvia, please agree. Otherwise, I can’t even face him.”

“Sherilyn…”

Sylvia was still somewhat reluctant. “Doesn’t Gilbert stand a chance anymore?”

“Sylvia?” Sherilyn found the question absurd. “He doesn’t need such an opportunity. On the contrary, getting a divorce would be a relief for him.”

It seemed there was no turning back. Sylvia finally nodded, “Yes, since you have someone else in mind, we can’t keep holding you back.” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Thank you, Sylvia.” Sherilyn was elated.

“You’re here.”

Sylvia glanced at her quietly approaching grandson with a sigh. “You heard Sherilyn’s words just now.”

Sherilyn was taken aback, having been facing away from the door until she saw him. She quickly stood up, nodding politely.

“Mm.” Gilbert casually acknowledged.

Sylvia said, “Then I won’t repeat myself.” She gave Gilbert a disappointed look, filled with reluctance and helplessness, “Find some time to get the divorce papers with Sherilyn.”

“Thank you, Sylvia!” Sherilyn pursed her lips, a smile touching her eyes.

Gilbert noticed her happiness. And who was this person she liked?

“Sherilyn.” Sylvia was still attached to her, worried about her. “Find some time to bring him over, will you?”

This poor kid had already made one bad choice because of Sylvia… This time, she had to

make sure Sherilyn was on the right track.

But how could Sherilyn agree to that? Sherilyn smiled, non–committally saying, “Yeah, I know. When he’s free.”

“Then I’ll be waiting.” Sylvia glanced at Gilbert, waving her hand, “What are you standing around for? Since you’re here, sit down. Join me for some afternoon tea.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Sherilyn.” Sylvia gestured, instructing Sherilyn, “Could you get a set of cutlery for Gil, dear?”

“Of course, no trouble at all.”

As soon as Sherilyn left, Sylvia’s expression darkened, turning to Gilbert. “Who is this man Sherilyn likes?”

“Ah?” Gilbert was taken aback, shaking his head, honestly responding, “I don’t know.”

“Don’t know? Hmph!” Sylvia scoffed, narrowing her eyes, “What did I tell you? Treat Sherilyn like your sister! Is this how you care for your sister, so indifferent?”

Gilbert was silent. Yet he couldn’t help but retort, “I don’t have a sister, how would I know?” Sylvia was having none of it, “Caring for someone doesn’t need experience! If you’d spent half the effort on her that you do on Caroline, that would’ve been enough!”

“Granny?!” Gilbert gasped, breaking out in a cold sweat. “What are you saying? My feelings for Caroline…”