Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



The brothers exchanged a look, and Francis bent down to pick up the courier package. Upon opening it, his expression shook, and his brows immediately furrowed.

He handed it over to Gilbert, who upon seeing the contents, was equally caught off guard with panic.

Inside was a single sheet of A4 paper, printed with a bold sentence.

**The current Gilbert is not the real Gilbert. He's an imposter, not a true blood of the Johnson family.**

"Grandma."

Francis's brow furrowed as he looked towards Sylvia, "Where did this come from?"

"Is that really what's important right now?"

Sylvia had been watching the brothers closely, and their non-verbal communication suggested that this courier package wasn't just baseless rumors.

"I just want to know if what's written here is true?"

Suddenly, she turned to Gilbert, "Are you... really my Gilbert?!"

"Grandma..." Gilbert's lips parted slightly, his voice hoarse and barely recognizable.

"I..."

"Grandma, Gilbert is my brother."

Francis shook his head at his brother, his expression darkening, "Are you really questioning Gilbert's identity over some anonymous package? How could you hurt him like that? You've always adored him the most."

"It's precisely because I adore him that I need to be sure!"

Sylvia's eyes gradually filled with tears, "After your parents passed, it was the belief in raising you boys that kept me going. And now you're telling me, the child I've raised for over a decade isn't a true Johnson?"

"Grandma!" Francis frowned and chided, "I've told you, Gilbert is my brother!"

"Is he?"

Sylvia paused, then looked again at Gilbert, who remained silent, her mind racing.

"Fine! If we can't agree, there's a simple solution..."

As she spoke, she grabbed Gilbert's arm.

"Come with me!"

"Grandma?" Gilbert's face turned pale, "Where are we going?"NôvelDrama.Org © content.

"Hmph!"

Sylvia let out a cold laugh, "To the hospital! A DNA test will reveal the truth. Let's go!" "Grandma!"

"Grandma!"

Both Francis and Gilbert exclaimed in unison, their tones equally panicked.

"Francis?"

Sylvia looked at Francis in surprise, only now realizing something.

From the beginning, Francis had been protecting Gilbert.

"Don't you have doubts?"

"Grandma." Francis nodded, "I don't."

"Why not?"

Sylvia couldn't understand, "Why? Shouldn't you be shocked and questioning?"

Not only did Francis not question, he didn't seem... shocked?

"Francis."

Sylvia's gaže hardened as she looked at her eldest grandson, "Tell me, do you know something? Did you already know that he's not my Gilbert?"

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Francis's brow twitched, his lips sealed tight, silent.

It seemed the truth couldn't be hidden any longer!

If grandma insisted on a DNA test, everything would come out.

Knowing her grandchildren, Sylvia had almost confirmed her suspicions.

She gasped, sobbing.

"Ah! I knew it!"

Sylvia suddenly lunged at Gilbert,

grabbing his shirt and staring intensely at him, her gaze

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meticulously tracing his features.

"You look so much like him! And yet... you're not my Gilbert! Ah, my child! If you're not my Gilbert, then who are you? Where is my Gilbert? What have you done to my Gilbert to take his place? Speak up!"