Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert raised an eyebrow, “Grandma, so all those nights I’ve been staying up, they don’t count for anything?”

“Don’t try to take credit.”

Sylvia patted Sherilyn’s hand, “Our Sherilyn, always so obedient and considerate. Unlike

you, standing around like a block of wood, how can you two be the same?”

“Pfft.” Gilbert couldn’t help but laugh, “Alright, your Sherilyn is the best.”

“Exactly.”

Sylvia took Sherilyn’s hand, getting down to business, “Sherilyn, these next few days, you’ll be staying over at our place with me.”

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Sherilyn was taken aback, hesitating, “Sylvia, that… wouldn’t be appropriate, would it?”

Given her current relationship with Gilbert, moving into the Johnsons‘… it just didn’t seem right.

“What’s inappropriate about it?”

Sylvia gave her a stern look, “Just because you and Gilbert didn’t work out as a couple, does that mean we’re not family anymore?”

“Of course not.” Sherilyn immediately shook her head.

“Well, there you have it.”

Sylvia smiled, “To me, you’ll always be my little granddaughter. I’ve just been discharged from the hospital; can’t you stay over for a few days to keep me company?”

At this point, it seemed rude for Sherilyn to refuse.

Gilbert chimed in from the side, “Sherilyn, just say yes. Caroline’s out of town these days, and Grandma doesn’t even have anyone to talk to.”

It would be hard to argue against that.

Sherilyn reluctantly agreed, “Well, I’ll come over and stay for a few days then.”

“There you girl.”

you go.” Sylvia was delighted, patting her hand and stroking her hair, “Such a good

Since she’d be staying a while, Sherilyn needed to go back to Serenity Street to pack, and Sylvia instructed Gilbert to accompany her and then drop her off at the Johnson Mansion.

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Not that Gilbert needed telling; he would’ve done it anyway.

Back on Serenity Street, after packing her things, Sherilyn got into the car headed for the Johnson Mansion.

On the way, Sherilyn thought of something and turned to Gilbert, “By the way, when is Caroline coming back?”

“In a few days, why?”

“Oh.” Sherilyn nodded, “Just let me know in advance when she does, please.”

“Huh?” Gilbert was momentarily puzzled, “Why?”

Didn’t he understand?

“I’ll have to leave, of course. She wouldn’t want to see me… you know she won’t want to share a roof with me.”

Hearing this, Gilbert was taken aback, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

He scoffed, “You’re overthinking it. Caroline’s not that petty. She’s long forgotten about the past.”

Really?

Sherilyn’s lips curled in a barely noticeable shake of her head.

“Then pretend I’m too ashamed to face her,” she said.

At that, Gilbert’s breath hitched… those were words he had once said to her!

And so, he found himself without a rebuttal.

That evening, Sherilyn settled into the Johnson Mansion.

After dinner, Sylvia kept Gilbert back to have a word.

“Grandma, what is it?”

Sylvia cradled her cup of herbal tea, taking a small sip, “Do you know why I wanted Sherilyn to come and stay?“”

Gilbert raised an eyebrow, “Didn’t you say you wanted her company?”

“You…” Sylvia paused, letting out a laugh of resignation, shaking her head.

She sighed, “You, oh… never mind, I’ve come to terms with it. If you really don’t like Sherilyn, I accept it.”

Huh? Gilbert was confused, “What did I do now?”

How did it come back to him not liking Sherilyn?

“What did you do?”

Sylvia shot him a look, “Even if you can’t be husband and wife, there’s still the bond of growing up together. To think you can’t even remember your sister’s birthday! If Francis were here, he’d never forget.”

What? Gilbert was stunned. Was it her birthday already?

Sylvia continued, “I’m planning a proper birthday party for her, and then… to find her a suitable match.”