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.

following morning, Sylvia helped Francis with his morning routine, with Gilbert assisting

couldn’t speak, but his cheeks

Sylvia understood

could she not know

be shy about with

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care of you

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

“Were you born

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

head, seeing through him, “Your

Gilbert was speechless.

Francis watched them, a smile curling on his lips.

Sylvia sat beside the bed, feeding Francis

woken up, the feeding tube not yet removed. Following the doctor’s orders, they began

spooned the water gently. “Take it slow.

swallow the water, a bit dribbling from the corner

mouth.

wiped it dry. “No rush, Fran. You’re

for a start…”

The hospital room door sounded.