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.

voice from inside. "Are they here

Knock, knock.

and knocked

"Come in!"

way, David allowed Sherilyn through.

Sherilyn nodded and

"Sherilyn?"

young woman at the door, reminiscent of Sherilyn, but she

Sylvia reached out, her excitement palpable, "Come here,

pull her in close for

choked up, "You've grown

years ago, she was

"Gilbert wanted you to be independent, to have no contact with us.

paused, not rebutting, nodding, "Yeah,

Sherilyn so well-behaved, Sylvia was even more satisfied, reminiscing on

said, "I was immature before. I made things

It's partly my fault for spoiling you, leading

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

need

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

said, "Ms. Sherilyn, rest well. I'll take my leave

Oak Manor, Sherilyn took a