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

cheeks turned

Sylvia understood instantly.

not know her

Fran? What’s there to be shy about

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of you since

a basin, Gilbert protested. “Don’t lump me in with that! What’s this about

Sylvia scolded, “Were you born this tall?”

his chin proudly. “I

shaking her head, seeing through him, “Your brother is six–foot–three.

Gilbert was speechless.

watched them, a

the bed,

feeding tube not yet removed. Following the doctor’s

spooned the water gently. “Take it slow. No

the water, a bit dribbling from the corner

mouth.

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

for a start…”

The hospital