Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Just like that, three years flew by.

At Sunhaven International Airport, Sherilyn, pushing her luggage, emerged from the security checkpoint. Her make-up-free face, framed by her beautiful and bright eyes, scanned the crowd, revealing a maturity beyond her years.

Finally, she spotted David, the Johnson family's driver, holding a sign that read 'Sherilyn'.

Approaching him, she greeted him with a slight smile. "Hi, David."

Taking in her appearance, David blinked in surprise. "You, you're... Ms. Sherilyn?"

"Yes." Sherilyn nodded, her smile unwavering.

She knew she had changed a lot in the past four years. She had lost weight and shot up a few inches during her second growth spurt.

"Talk about coming of age." After his initial shock, David's face lit up with a broad smile. "You've become even more beautiful."

Sherilyn smiled. "You flatter me, David."

"Come on, let's get going." After a brief exchange, David led Sherilyn out of the airport. "The car's just outside. Lady Sylvia has been asking about you for days."

Once in the car, Sherilyn noted the absence of the entire Johnson family, especially Gilbert.

Eventually, they arrived at the Southern District Sanatorium.

Sylvia was ill, requiring heart surgery soon due to her condition. That was why, after three years, they called Sherilyn back. There were risks with the surgery, and Sylvia feared the worst. Before the operation, she said that she wanted to see Sherilyn one last time.

hear Sylvia's voice from inside. "Are they here yet? Why is it taking

Knock, knock.

and knocked on

"Come in!"

Sherilyn through.

Sherilyn nodded and

"Sherilyn?"

door, reminiscent of Sherilyn, but she wasn't quite sure.

you, Sherilyn!" Sylvia reached out, her excitement palpable, "Come here, let me have a good look at

to pull her

welled up in Sylvia's eyes as she choked up, "You've grown up and turned into

ago, she was still a

be independent, to have no contact with us. It seems it

not rebutting, nodding,

reminiscing on the past. "You've changed over the years,

but instead said, "I was immature before. I

continued, "You used to have a fiery temper. It's partly my fault for spoiling you, leading you to make mistakes." Sherilyn remained silent,

different now. Please don't blame me for being harsh. It was for your good. From now on, make sure to live your best life. You're still my most cherished little girl, alright?" "I understand, Sylvia." Sherilyn nodded, her resolve

with Sylvia, who soon needed to rest. "Sylvia, I won't stay long. You need your rest, and I've

the Southern District Sanatorium, David drove Sherilyn to Golden Oak Manor, her marital

well. I'll

the doorstep of Golden Oak Manor, Sherilyn