Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

His laugh was barely a whisper. With half–shut eyes, he shot a sharp, icy glint from them.

Run? Did she really think she could get away?

Inside the room.

The moment Sherilyn stepped in the room, she collapsed to the floor.

Lifting her hand, she vigorously wiped her mouth, muttering softly, “No… no…”

Her body couldn’t stop trembling, fear slowly spreading from the bottom of her heart. Yes, it wasn’t shock; it was fear!

Gilbert had actually kissed her? What on earth was he trying to do?

Sherilyn couldn’t figure it out. Curling up, she got up from the floor and staggered into the bathroom to brush her teeth over and over again!

She needed to wash away this man’s taste, clean and thorough!

Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her pocket. It was a call from Joyce.

“Hello?” Sherilyn tried to sound calm as she answered.

“Hi, Mommy.” The voice on the other end was childishly soft.

“Jenna!?” Instantly, Sherilyn’s eyes welled up, tears uncontrollably streaming down. “Jenna, my sweet girl.”

“Mommy.”

The child’s voice sounded surprisingly cheerful today, “Is it dark where Mommy is? Is Mommy getting ready for bed?”

It was just past eleven at night in Sunhaven, while over in Crestwood, it was around ten in the morning.

Yeah.” Sherilyn smiled, “Jenna, you’re

well last night?”

“I did. I’ve been

up

so smart. Did you just wake up, darling? Did you sleep

for a while now. Joyce came to see me, and I wanted to call Mommy.”

“Is that so?”

Hearing her child’s voice, Sherilyn’s heart melted, “Calling me because you missed me, huh?”

“Yes.” Jenna’s voice was adorably sweet, “Today is Mommy’s birthday. Happy birthday, Mommy.”

At that, Sherilyn paused, her eyes immediately brimming with tears. She hadn’t expected her daughter to call for this reason.

Her voice nearly broke as she spoke, “Thank you, thank you, my darling Jenna.”

“No thank you needed, Mommy… without Mommy, there would be no Jenna.”

At this, Sherilyn couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, “Mm, oh…”

Even Jenna could hear her crying, “Mommy, don’t cry. Jenna loves you!”

Sherilyn choked up. “I love you too, baby.”

“Mommy.” Jenna’s voice turned wheedling, “I miss you so much. When will you come to get me?”

Sherilyn paused, her heart aching. She wasn’t capable enough yet to bring Jenna back.

“Soon.”

All she could do was soothe her daughter with gentle lies, “Jenna, be a good girl, listen to Dr. William and Joyce. I’m working hard and will come to get you soon.” NôvelDrama.Org content.

“Okay.”

Jenna sounded slightly disappointed, yet the little girl, who had always been her mother’s only companion, remained very obedient.

“I’ll be good. Mommy, I’m giving the phone to Joyce now.”

“Alright, my sweet girl.”

“Sherilyn.” The voice changed on the other end, it was Joyce. “Joy, thank you.” Sherilyn’s voice was choked with gratitude.

Without saying, Jenna’s call must have been Joyce’s doing.

At three years old, with her frail health and having never been to school, Jenna wouldn’t even remember her own birthday.

“What are you thanking me for? Don’t be a stranger,” Joyce brushed it off, then asked, “Do you have enough for Jenna’s surgery?“