Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 193

Gilbert steadied himself and comforted Sylvia.

“Grandma, don’t you trust Fran? He’s amazing, isn’t he? He’s beaten being in a coma, and is rehab going to scare him?”

Those words struck a chord with Sylvia.

Sylvia nodded. “You’re right. Francis has always been sweet and never caused me any worry. Everything he does is…”

She glared at her younger grandson Gilbert, “You’re nothing like him! Always finding ways to rile up!”

me

At that, a shadow flickered in Gilbert’s eyes, almost unnoticeable, gone immediately.

“Exactly.” Gilbert arched an eyebrow, his tone indifferent as ever. “Well, that’s the difference between the golden child and the black sheep, right?”

Sylvia couldn’t help but laugh, tears fresh on her cheeks, as she playfully tapped Gilbert’s forehead.

“Oh, now that your brother’s awake, you’re back to being a naughty kid!” Sylvia sighed, “I just hope Francis gets better soon. That way, you can relax a bit, right?”

“Yes, Grandma.” Gilbert nodded.

The grandson and grandmother duo stayed in the hospital room that night, making do for the night.

morning, Sylvia helped Francis with his morning routine, with Gilbert assisting her.

his cheeks

Sylvia understood

not know

What’s there to be shy

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of you since

me in with that! What’s this about diapers? I was born a

scolded, “Were you

chin proudly. “I was born to be six–foot–three.”

scoffed, shaking her head, seeing through him, “Your brother is six–foot–three. You’re six–foot–two

Gilbert was speechless.

watched them,

beside the bed, feeding Francis

feeding tube not yet removed. Following the doctor’s orders,

gently. “Take it slow.

a bit dribbling from the corner of his

mouth.

Gilbert quickly wiped it dry. “No rush, Fran. You’re doing

for a start…”

knock. The hospital room