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.

his morning routine, with Gilbert

speak, but his cheeks turned red, clearly embarrassed.

understood instantly.

she not know her grandson?

What’s there to be shy about

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you since

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

scolded, “Were you

course.” Gilbert lifted his chin proudly. “I was born to be six–foot–three.”

scoffed, shaking her head, seeing through him, “Your brother is

Gilbert was speechless.

the hospital bed, Francis watched them, a smile curling

sat beside the bed,

the feeding tube not yet

water gently. “Take it slow.

to swallow the water, a bit dribbling from the corner of

mouth.

a towel, Gilbert quickly wiped it dry. “No rush, Fran.

for a start…”

The hospital room