Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 64

A few days later, it was on a Monday. Mondays were Sherilyn's official day off, given how the foot traffic at Neon Nights Bar dwindled to its lowest.

With the day to herself, Sherilyn decided to visit Sylvia, who had been recovering quite well, fully alert, and steadily regaining her strength.

Together with the caregiver, Sherilyn helped Sylvia out of bed and wheeled her to the garden to soak up some sunshine.

"Sherilyn," Sylvia grasped her hand, sighing, "You've gone through so much trouble for me." "It's nothing," Sherilyn replied with a soft smile, shaking her head. "It's what family does."

"Oh, dear," Sylvia patted Sherilyn's hand, her eyes welling with tears. "The one thing I regret is leaving you all alone for the past four years."

"Sylvia," Sherilyn quickly pulled a tissue to clean Sylvia's tears. "That's all in the past. I'm doing just fine, right?"

"Don't worry," Sylvia assured her with a smile. "As long as I'm here, you are Gilbert's wife and will always be. The title of Mrs. Johnson belongs to you and you alone."

At the mention of Gilbert, Sherilyn's expression turned slightly awkward. She figured it was best to let Gilbert handle their issues.

Kneeling, Sherilyn began massaging Sylvia's calves. "Sylvia, I'm off today, so I'll stay the night and keep you company, okay?"

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"Grandma,"

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on you. Could you see if there's a leather folder I might've left there? I've been spending nights there, and

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"Yes, I need it for a meeting later. Please

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