Chapter 23

Sherilyn paused, her hands tightening into fists at her sides.

She continued, "Sorry for taking up your time. It's getting late. You should get some rest."

Without waiting for Gilbert to respond, Sherilyn stood up, intending to get a fresh pot of hot water to soak her feet, effectively ignoring him. Gilbert scoffed quietly, figuring arguing was just a waste of time. After all, she was back safe and sound. All his worrying had been for nothing! But as he turned to leave, something she said earlier stopped him in his tracks. How did she say she got back? Did she say she walked back?

He spun around, pointing at Sherilyn's feet.

"Cut the act" he said sharply.

What? Confused, holding a basin of water, Sherilyn couldn't grasp his meaning

"Hmph." Gilbert squinted at her, his expression one of utter disdain. "You said you walked back? Thinking I wouldn't believe you, you decided to soak your feet before me as proof? You think it would make me believe you?"

Had she walked back from the Southern District Sanatorium to Golden Oak Manor? Couldn't she call a cab? Seriously?

that? Did she think he was a fool? She was trying

mockery. "Sherilyn, playing the martyr won't work on

walked away, not

in her throat. It took quite a

asking her to drop by the Neon Nights

1. on.

you'll perform is crucial. It's your first time on stage, and I expect much

needed to practice these coming days to ensure everything

the busy day ahead, she only had the evening to see him. For this, she even splurged'

hesitation was due to the Johnson family's potential disapproval. In

remembered Francis was still healthy when

demeanor was gentler, the epitome of a gentle and refined gentleman. He was

she felt that even if she

ward based on her memory. However, upon arriving, she realized

choice, she called Sylvia. "Sylvia,/did Fran move hospitals?

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