Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 44

After tying up all the loose ends, Sherilyn felt ready to move on and start fresh.

Before she left, she didn't forget to grab the half-eaten loaf of bread in the fridge. Returning to the apartment she rented, the streets were free from the rush hour traffic.

Once inside, Sherilyn dropped her bags and rolled her sleeves to start cleaning. She scrubbed every nook and cranny, dusted off every surface, and neatly organized her belongings

When she finished, the day had tumed to evening. Rubbing her growling stomach, Sherilyn remembered the half loaf of bread sheld devoured in the car earlier. After all the hustle, she was starving again.

She grabbed her wallet, locked the door behind her, and headed to the nearest grocery store. She decided to go with some cheap eats like bread, pickles, and hot sauce

After arriving at her place, Sherilyn have some bread, complementing it with the pickles and hot sauce. It was a simple meal, but it would keep her going without breaking the bank.

Money was tight. She hadn't started earning yet and was already down by $5200. The $5000 settlement at the police station, though not willingly paid by her, and there was no way Gilbert would offer to cover it for her. She wanted nothing more to do with him. Thankfully, she was starting her new job the next day. She could make do with it as long as she didn't starve before her first paycheck. Hardship wasnt new to Sherilyn. Back in her Crestwood days, she had faced more difficult times, even scavenging the restaurant leftovers to fill her stomach.

Cooking for herself, at least she didn't need to endure the pitying looks or compete with homeless people for scraps.

the delicate heiress fostered by

only the faint light from the street lamps outside filtering through the balcony's floor-to-ceiling windows. While passing the sofa, Gilbert glanced over half-expecting to

to be here? How come she's not around at this hour?" He snorted dismissively. Tired of playing the victim?

indulgences, Gilbert didn't dwell on

hangover,

"Mr. Johnson, we found this on the sofa while tidying up. It's for you,

Gilbert took the heavy envelope handed to him, puzzled by its contents. It felt like

there was a note written on it. "Gilbert, here's $5200. $5000 is for the settlement you covered for me, and $200 for the sofa cleaning. I checked

was it. It was no more,

he opened the

out a short laugh, tossing the envelope aside and heading further into the

suitcase

Gilbert shouted, "Aval"

Johnson? Ava hurried

"Did you clean the

rooms? is